Dreaming dreams

Today’s Reading: Acts 2:16-18 (NIV)

[Peter said,] 16 No, this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel: 17 “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. 18 Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy.”

Good morning!

Every time I visit my mother, I listen to her recount the dreams she has had in the past few days. She is quite the dreamer! Most of her dreams seem silly to her, and some make no sense at all. And yet, she dreams every night without fail. I told her she should pop popcorn before she goes to bed, so she can enjoy a snack during tonight’s featured presentation!

Do you dream at night? I’ve had “falling” dreams since I was a little kid. They wake you up with a start. Your body jerks and all of a sudden you are wide awake, feeling like you have been running in circles all night long. Falling dreams at night often make me tired the next day and wishing for a cat nap in the middle of the afternoon.

Most of the dreams I dream are a lot like my mother’s dreams – really strange and seemingly meaningless. A few years ago, I began hearing passages of Scripture in my dreams. It was as if I was sitting there in church, listening to a Sunday morning sermon in my pajamas. Unlike the mini-dreams that we vaguely remember the next day, I could recall the Scripture passage and the message when I woke up. My husband Jeff encouraged me to write down what I remembered from the Scripture dreams. He reminded me that God speaks to people in their dreams, just as Peter repeated the prophetic words of Joel to the men on the day of Pentecost when the Spirit fell down.

We live extremely busy lives. Many are up and at it from before the crack of dawn and work way past the midnight hour. God speaks to us in our rim cycle, when we have finally let go of all physical exertion and allow our bodies and minds to fully rest. I think this is why the Lord allows me to hear Scripture as I sleep. I love how His Word speaks, especially in the stillness of the night, when I have stopped talking and can truly listen to His still, small voice.

God gives the gift of dreaming dreams to all who draw near to Him in faith. If you are hearing Scripture in your sleep, take the advice of my husband and write it down. God’s Word is life-changing. God’s Word is new life!

Enjoy the Father’s feature presentation tonight. And remember to pop some popcorn before you go to sleep.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Happy hour

Today’s Reading: Acts 2:13-15 (NIV)

13 Some, however, made fun of them and said, “They have had too much wine.” 14 Then Peter stood up with the Eleven, raised his voice and addressed the crowd: “Fellow Jews and all of you who live in Jerusalem, let me explain this to you: listen carefully to what I say. 15 These men are not drunk, as you suppose. It’s only nine in the morning!”

Good morning!

Are you a wine drinker? I have family and friends who like to drink. I’ve heard stories from coworkers and friends about their leisurely weekend drives to some of the nearby wineries in Missouri, where they sit outside on cushioned chairs, enjoying the beauty of nature while sampling a selection of some of our State’s finest offerings.

I have been with coworkers at business meetings and dinners where drinks were served. It seems to be the social thing to do, to enjoy a drink or two at dinner with others. I’ve been teased by some and told that they will find a way to convert me to their drinking ways! You see, if my friends had grown up watching their loved ones struggle to cope with the fallout from alcohol addiction, maybe they would understand why I prefer not to drink at all.

Whenever I’m at a restaurant, I try not to sit too close to the bar. Quite honestly, it is hard to hear over the noise. It seems the more alcohol people consume, the louder they get. There is a definite connection how alcohol in the blood stream can change our very thoughts, our moods, and even the way in which we speak. Sometimes, folks who have had a little too much to drink become giddy and giggly. They say things they wouldn’t normally say in public. Perceptions change; others become quite agitated and even angry, while some just want to lie down and take a nap.

The onlookers observing the move of the Holy Spirit couldn’t help but believe that these men were drunk! What else could have caused such an abrupt change in personality? The noise level had raised several decibels. People were speaking loudly and with great passion. Peter told the crowd their theories were wrong. After all, this was not the happy hour that folks flock to after a hard day’s work! It was only nine in the morning, way too early for people to be drinking and dancing in the streets.

The mere fact that Peter, the same disciple who had trouble controlling his temper and his tongue, was able to stand before thousands and speak clearly and audibly, is an amazing miracle! If I had been there watching my friend Peter speak, it would have convinced me straight away that something greater in Him was alive than anything he could possibly do on his own. Maybe that is why the Lord chose to use Him that day to tell the people about Jesus Christ.

A great miracle occurred in that moment when the Holy Spirit flames came. I have found the happiest hours of my life are spent in prayer and praise before my Lord. May you find yourself running to Happy Hour in Lord every day. His is the only drink worth consuming.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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What does this mean?

Today’s Reading: Acts 2:9-12 (NIV)

9 Parthians, Medes and Elamites, residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus, and Asia, 10 Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya near Cyrene; visitors from Rome 11 (both Jews and converts to Judaism); Cretans and Arabs – we hear them declaring the wonders of God in our own tongues!” 12 Amazed and perplexed, they asked one another, “What does this mean?”

Good morning!

I recently watched a video clip online of a group of women singing in a celebratory worship service at the Riruta United Methodist Church in Nairobi, Kenya. I did not understand the words of their language, and yet, I recognized the holy glow on their faces. They were praising God and loving Him with their voices. And this music had the most beautiful melody line I have ever heard. I am daily amazed by the gifts of technology and our ability to easily communicate with people all around the world.

I am not a computer geek; in fact, my husband Jeff would tell you that he has to frequently intervene on my behalf just to print documents, transfer photographs, and, I’m ashamed to say, help turn the computer on. It is a true miracle every time I send a message across the worldwide web. I don’t understand it; I write to share what I hear the Lord whispering in my heart through His Word; then I say a prayer and press “send.”

I wonder if this is how the Apostles may have felt that day when the Holy Spirit fell as tongues of flame, filling their mouths with languages they had never spoken before. There they were, declaring the wonders of God in a language foreigners and strangers could understand perfectly! It had nothing to do with them at all; they were simply willing to open their mouths and speak the words God gave them, and the Holy Spirit “sent” the message forth. People were receiving Jesus Christ everywhere! The foreigners were amazed and perplexed, and wondering what in the world was going on. I’m certain they were not nearly as surprised as the Apostles themselves, who were speaking boldly that day on the Lord’s behalf.

What does this mean? What does it mean for someone like you or me when it comes to sharing faith in Christ with people of other nations and languages? I believe if we have willing hearts and a deep desire to share the Good News with others, then the Holy Spirit flame can carry our love for Christ around the world, even in a simple email. Jesus promises us that He will be us always – when we are willing to go, He will do the rest. We speak – He saves. We share – He loves. He sends – we go. I have heard some say that email is far too impersonal a tool to use in faith sharing. Do you agree? In my own life, I’m learning to trust Jesus Christ for the end result in all I do and say. What makes logical sense to me most often doesn’t work. It is the thing I know virtually nothing about that He most often uses for His Father's glory. It keeps me humble, and on my knees, trusting Him for the outcome. If He can use someone like me to spread the Gospel message around the world, then I know He can and will use you too. The Holy Spirit fire is an unquenchable gift of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

I live for the amazing One! Through His Word, He breathes new life into my heart each day. The love of Christ is rich and abundant – and the new life He brings is worth sharing with everyone. So get out there today, and tell someone what Lord Jesus Christ has done for you. Use email, if necessary.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The universal language of love

Today’s Reading: Acts 2:7-8 (NIV)

7 Utterly amazed, they asked: “Are not all these men who are speaking Galileans? 8 Then how is it that each of us hears them in his own native language?”

Good morning!

Sometimes I need an interpreter to understand my sweet granddaughter, Madison. She loves to talk constantly! Occasionally, I catch a word or two that I recognize, like “Grandma” or “Taco Bell”. It helps to have Mom and Dad around to interpret what it is she is trying to say. Our grandson Andrew likes to repeat words in groups of three. When he sees me parking the car in his driveway, he stands at the picture window, jumping up and down while shouting, “Nanny, Nanny, Nanny!” Or, if he wants a bag of pretzels opened, he will hand it to me and say, “Open, Open, Open.” His lips get a real workout when he tries to say that word quickly three times. I am convinced there is a universal language for toddlers that only they can understand. Even when I’m not sure exactly sure what they’re saying, I can sense the meaning behind the message.

Our granddaughter Emily was feeling a little out of sorts at the dinner table. She suddenly became very emotional (like little girls sometimes do) and the crocodile tears started dripping all over her dinner plate. Through her sobs, she tried to explain what was wrong, and even though I did not hear a clear word she said, I knew this child’s heart was hurting and that was all I needed to know to immediately respond. Broken hearts hold a universal language all of its own.

Language barriers can become difficult obstacles to overcome as we try to convey important information to people of different nationalities and cultures. I visited New York City in the spring of 2002, just after the terrorist attacks that destroyed Manhattan’s Twin Towers and left thousands of people grieving for lost loved ones. I stood on the makeshift sidewalk at Ground Zero and watched the cleaning crews while they continued to remove the rubble left behind. I listened to the hushed whispers of the people who surrounded me; they had come to see for themselves while trying to make sense of what had happened here. I heard a variety of languages spoken. And while I did not completely understand every word, the universal language of grief and love were crystal clear.

The people who had traveled from different countries to celebrate the festival in Jerusalem were utterly amazed! They could clearly understand the words of the Galileans. A universal love language had instantly emerged! The Apostles testified to everyone they saw that morning of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and how He came to save all people from sin and give them everlasting life in Him. They heard and understood the Gospel message in a language they could clearly relate to. Christ’s love broke through every single language barrier that day.

You see, Jesus died for all people, not just for some. He died for you and for me. His love language transcends every human language barrier – He has the power to reach us and when He does, it is an amazing miracle of grace! Pentecost is not just some historical event recorded in Scripture – Christ’s Pentecost continues today, breaking through to people everywhere! Jesus Christ is speaking to you today. Do you understand what He is saying?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The bewildered ones

Today’s Reading: Acts 2:5-6 (NIV)

5 Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. 6 When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard them speaking in his own language.

Good morning!

My mother told me that when the circuit-riding preacher came to town, folks traveled for miles and miles to see and hear him speak. Many came out of simple curiosity, while others were drawn through a great sense of anticipation they would hear God’s Word read and proclaimed. Everyone came hungry and no one was turned away from the table. There was plenty of food, fellowship and fun. Folks would arrive to church, carrying Sunday dinner with them. The women would disappear in the pine grove just behind the church building and the cemetery. They would place two by four slats on top of wooden saw horses and cover the makeshift table with pieces of cloth. This was fast food at its very best! There were lots of delectable choices on the buffet table from which to choose. Aunt Mary’s shrimp gumbo was a huge hit. Everyone knew that cousin Bertha made the best fried chicken in town. The men pitched a large tent on the front lawn where families sat together on the ground in the shade to share the afternoon meal. After lunch, the children played hide and seek in the cemetery while the women removed empty and dirty dishes, carting them down to the creek for a good scrubbing. The men smoked their corncob pipes, while commiserating over their crops, the hot weather, and the rising price of seed. Some of the elders who ate way too much dinner, claimed their tree stump, and propped themselves against it for a Sunday afternoon nap. No one went home; everyone stayed. They knew the preacher was coming.

One could hear the clatter of horse hoofs on the path that led to the church. The elders stirred, the children stopped their play, as the folks crowded underneath the tent to wait for the parson’s imminent arrival. He wasn’t a very big man, kind of lanky and lean looking. The parson sported a torn and dusty black jacket, with the Word of God tucked up under his right arm in an impenetrable football squeeze. He greeted the crowd, gulped a large cup of ice cold lemonade, and immediately began to speak. Many of the people who came to hear the preacher preach could not read. They repeated and memorized Scripture verses as the preacher spoke them out loud. They were starving to understand its deeper meaning.

This preacher knew his audience, and he prayed that He might somehow speak God’s Word in a love language that everyone could understand. He allowed the power of the Holy Spirit to do the speaking through Him. He told about his personal pain that comes from living a sinful life, how he was totally lost and separated from the Father’s love. He explained how Jesus Christ carried his personal sin to the cross; how He died and rose again just to set him free from the things that were eating him alive; He showed them how the blood washes away sin and covers the redeemed in mercy and grace. Now he lives for Christ because Christ lives in him. When the invitation to receive salvation was given, the people came forward, some with their entire families. Together, the community joined hands and made their public profession of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. As the sun set that evening across the Mississippi back wood, the people followed the humble circuit-rider to the creek bed, where new converts were baptized right there in the river. People sang and prayed and celebrated together as they saw their sins literally being washed away. This is the day to remember.

When the Holy Spirit comes, people show up. They come, some out of mere curiosity; others hold onto hope for a brighter tomorrow. The gossips, the critics and the innocents are all gathered together, waiting and wondering what will happen next. You see, there are a lot of bewildered and lost people wandering around the back woods of life today. We all come from different cultures, races, ages and geographical locations; yet, we share a common need. The Father’s love language is manifested in the power and presence of the Holy Spirit working in and through our lives. It is His priceless gift of love that helps us better understand and communicate the Father’s heart, and the length He continually goes to rescue the lost and bewildered ones. His Word is Truth, and it comes by receiving and believing in the Lord Jesus Christ.

There are lots of hungry people who are starving to know Jesus today. How far would you be willing to go to receive the universal language of the Father’s perfect love?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Hand-holding session

Today’s Reading: Acts 2:3-4 (NIV)

3 They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. 4 All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.

Good morning!

For what little good it did, it appeared as if I were speaking in gibberish. No one seemed to understand what it was I was trying to convey. Have you ever felt passionate about sharing faith in Christ; yet, when you try to convey it, the words seem to fall upon deaf ears? How I praise the Lord for His perfect timing and master plan!

A good example is what happens when we try to teach Christ-like love to little children. Quite often, they hear what you are saying, but don’t really want to get it. This seems to be a character trait of all God’s children, no matter what our age! Our family used to take long road trips each summer with our wee ones cloistered in the back seat, restrained in seat belts and shoulder harnesses. After awhile, the children stopped listening, and it didn’t take long for them to become cranky and restless. They would pick on each other incessantly until I would say in my stern, motherly voice, “We will hold hands until we can love and respect each other for real! Now sit still, and show your brother some love!” I longed for little Holy Spirit fire - it could do us all some good about now. Have you ever been forced to hold hands with someone whose beliefs are different from yours? Have you ever reached out to someone who truly dislikes you and love them unconditionally, just like Jesus Christ loves you? Maybe we need to try a little world-wide hand-holding session today. Whose hand do you need to reach out and take in yours today?

When the Holy Spirit came on the day of Pentecost, people started holding hands and hearts around the world for the very first time. Through the miraculous enabling of the Spirit, the Word was spoken in other tongues, and all who were present could really hear and understand the Gospel message in words that made real sense. There was no gibberish going on here! The Apostles were able to share faith in a meaningful and life-changing way, and thousands were converted in that breathtaking moment to Jesus Christ.

How far would you be willing to go to offer Christ’s love to the people whom the Father has placed in your life? The Holy Spirit power helps link hands and hearts with family members, friends, co-workers, and even the strangers who do not yet know you or the Jesus whom you serve. He equips us to share Christ with people of all nations, races and ages. What happened on the day of Pentecost is still happening right now. And all you have to do to receive His Holy Spirit power is to ask the Father for it…

Dear Father, I pray today for an outpouring of your Holy Spirit. Fill us up with Your Word, so that we may share the love of your Son, Jesus Christ with the world! Give us a desire and determination to reach outside our personal comfort zone and hold hands with our neighbors, especially the ones with whom we do not see eye to eye. Give us your eternal love language today, for it is only Your Word that draws all people to you. I ask this in the name of my precious Savior and Redeemer, Jesus Christ, who died to save us all, Amen.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Violent wind

Today’s Reading: Acts 2:2 (NIV)

Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting.

Good morning!

As I walked across the hospital parking lot last night, the winds were so strong that I felt it might lift me up and carry me clear across the street. I’m certainly not a feather weight, and the mystery of something unseen yet so strong has always been a true fascination for me. It is tornado season in the Midwest. We are witnesses to its path of destruction caused in part, by violent winds.

If you’ve ever heard a violent wind, you may recall the loud and scary sound it makes. When I was a little girl, a tornado ripped through the subdivision where we lived. When the siren sounded, we went immediately to the basement and sat huddled together in a corner, listening intently to the sounds of a mighty rushing wind. The noise reminds me of a freight train passing through our back yard. Our house was shaking and even the concrete flooring was vibrating underneath our feet. The wind was so loud! We couldn’t carry on a normal conversation even sitting as close as we were to each other. This was not the time to whisper a silent prayer. I prayed to the Lord out loud using my outside voice. Within two to three minutes, the noise stopped and the shaking subsided. We climbed the stairs and looked outside our living room picture window. Our home had survived the storm while several neighbors had suffered roof and window damage. We found shattered pieces of glass and shingles strewn across our front yard. I remember seeing trees limbs and debris all across the street. Just six blocks away, a couple of homes had been completely demolished. In a matter of seconds, our lives had suddenly changed.

It is hard to imagine what the Apostles heard that day, as the sound of God’s mighty rushing wind entered the place where they were praying. Sometimes the Father has to shake us up a bit to get our undivided attention. He is present and working in the power of the Holy Spirit; the One who picks us up and propels us into mission and ministry – we cannot see it or fully explain it, yet we know He is here. When the Holy Spirit wind kicks up, He can lift even the heaviest heart and carry it high and above the daily problems we face. Sinfulness is exposed and destroyed, addictions are broken, bodies and minds are miraculously healed, and human hearts are drawn deeper in love through Christ Jesus. When the Holy Spirit wind gets hold of your heart, everything changes.

Do not fear the Holy Spirit winds whipping around you today. The Father has sent His Spirit as a precious gift, to convict us of wrong thoughts and actions. He comforts us with the love of Jesus Christ. He will not let you go, especially when you feel helpless and ill-equipped to stand the storms you face in life. The Holy Spirit frees us to boldly speak of God’s love to everyone, everywhere. When the sound of a mighty rushing wind picks you up and propels you into kingdom work, be grateful for the gift that lives within you. You may not be able to adequately explain it, but just like a violent wind, we do not have to see it to know it is here.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The gathering table

Today’s Reading: Acts 2:1 (NIV)

When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place.

Good morning!

I remember the day I first saw the gathering table on display at the furniture store. The dark wood grain of the table and the soft leather chairs immediately caught my eye. I liked how this table seated eight people comfortably; it took up less space than my own kitchen table; yet, it sat two more people. It was all I could do to dial Jeff’s cell phone quickly enough. “Honey,” I exclaimed, “I’ve found the perfect table for our kitchen!” The salesman provided me with some information on the table; its manufacturer, warranty, and lot number. I carried the materials home for Jeff to review, and I prayed over this table for almost a year before we decided to place our final order. I would say that the selection of a gathering table is the single most important piece of furniture you will ever purchase.

My grandmother’s table was by far, the largest table I had ever seen. It had to be especially made just for her. This table seated sixteen people. It took up the entire room; there was a small perimeter of walking space between the table, chairs, and wood burning stove and sink. I watched my grandmother roll pie dough on this table top; she and the girls would gather around the table to chop vegetables and prepare fruits for canning. It took two people on either side to wipe the table down after meal preparation. There was always room at the gathering table for one more hungry soul. The prayers that were prayed in around this table still resonate in my heart today. Homework was completed here; timeless stories of family and friends were told at the table. My favorite memories were of Saturday nights, when Grandmother would serve piping hot cups of coffee and tea with homemade chocolate chunk cookies to the women and children at the table. Some of us played Canasta and Crazy Eights, while others observed the revelry as they sat crocheting baby blankets and sweaters. There was no place I would rather be than surrounded by my family at the gathering table.

Something extraordinary happens when we come together at the gathering table. On the day of Pentecost, the family was gathered all together in one place. In my minds’ eye, I can see the disciples relaxing around the gathering table, sharing stories of Jesus with each other. They were all together in one place, placing their hopes and fears on the table for all to see. Folks were sitting shoulder to shoulder; some were joining hands while others embraced in holy hugs. No one was turned away from Christ’s everlasting love, freely served to all in the bread and the wine.

My favorite time of the week is when our evangelism team gathers around the gathering table in prayer. Sometimes it feels as if the parsonage roof is going to blow away in the swirling and twirling of His Holy Spirit comfort. Whenever I come to the gathering table, I know my Savior is waiting there for me. He allows me to bring life’s backpack of stuff and dump it out for Him to see. Jesus hears and answers my every prayer. I know that one day His precious family will all be gathered together again in one place at the banqueting table, with Jesus Christ seated at the head. Until then, we come together to share our very lives, enjoying the meal that has been set before us, as we tell the stories of Jesus and wait for the Father’s will to be done at the gathering table.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Decision making tools

Today’s Reading: Acts 1:23-26 (NIV)

23 So they proposed two men: Joseph called Barsabbas (also known as Justus) and Matthias. 24 Then they prayed, “Lord you know everyone’s heart. Show us which of these two you have chosen 25 to take over this apostolic ministry, which Judas left to go where he belongs. 26 Then they cast lots, and the lot fell to Matthias; so he was added to the eleven apostles.

Good morning!

The resumes of two strong candidates were handed out at the department meeting for review. Both applicants had received a good education and held diplomas for their work at the university. Each had experienced life in the work place and brought to the table a wealth of professional experience with former employers. Both candidates possessed the skill sets necessary to meet the needs of the open position. A decision must be made. How would you decide which candidate to choose?

The disciples knew better than to trust their own judgment. Personal preference and posturing for position would only add to the confusion of their ultimate decision. They had two very qualified candidates, Justus and Matthias, to fill the open position left by Judas Iscariot. Bowing in prayer, they asked the Lord to show them which person He had chosen to take on this apostolic ministry. Then, they cast lots, and the lot fell to Matthias.

Bible scholars teach that the casting of lots is mentioned approximately seventy times in the Old Testament and seven times in the New Testament. In the Old Testament, the casting of lots was used most often to determine one’s inheritance. God instructed His people to cast lots to determine His will in particular situations. Lots were cast to determine who would fill certain positions of service in the Temple. Unfortunately, it became a form of gambling and a game to many, as evidenced by the Roman soldiers when they divided the Lord’s garment amongst themselves at the foot of the cross. When the Holy Spirit came, the casting of lots was no longer necessary. Believers could simply rely upon the leading of the Holy Spirit through prayer in discernment for daily decisions and future direction.

If you have an important decision to make, I would encourage you to seek out God’s plan and purpose for your life through prayer and discernment today. God has given us the tools we need to know which way to go. Ask the Lord Jesus Christ to give you His Holy Spirit power today.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Replacement needed - apply within

Today’s Reading: Acts 20b-21 (NIV)

20b and, “’May another take his place of leadership.’” 21 [Peter said,] Therefore, it is necessary to choose one of the men who have been with us the whole time the Lord Jesus went in and out among us, 22 beginning from John’s baptism to the time when Jesus was taken up from us. For one of these must become a witness with us of His resurrection.”

Good morning!

The sign on the front window said, “Replacement needed - apply within.” I turned the brass door knob and pulled on the heavy plate-glass door. I took a step of faith and used all my physical strength just to open the heavy door. Once inside, I stood staring into an open reception area, sparely decorated. I immediately noticed the stark white walls and Linoleum flooring. As I walked, I could hear the echo of my shoe heels clicking across the room. There were no chairs to sit down; no standard office decor like magazine racks or coffee tables. The natural light streaming in through the large front window was the only light inside. The entry way was spotless. I walked toward the front counter and rang the polished silver bell. A pretty little girl with golden curly hair tied with a satin white bow, appeared out of nowhere. When she reached the front desk, she stepped up on a footstool so that she could see over the top of the clean counter. “May I help you?” she asked. I thought the child looked strangely familiar, although I could not put a name with her face.

“Good morning, Miss,” I said, smiling. She stared at me. “I would like to inquire about the replacement needed sign posted in your front window.” “What are your qualifications?” she asked. I wasn’t sure exactly how to respond to her question. The sign did not detail the type of replacement needed, nor was I certain about the requirements of the open position. “Miss, I have been looking for a long, long time to find the one thing I know I am supposed to do with my life. I’m not exactly sure about the replacement position you are offering, or whether I would have any qualifications that would fit your need. I was drawn inside simply out of sheer curiosity, and it took a leap of faith for me to see whether you could use someone like me. What specific replacement help do you need?”

The little girl’s lip began to quiver, ever so slightly. I could see the crocodile tears welling up inside her big blue eyes. I fumbled for a tissue inside my black bag, and handed it to her, wondering if I had said something to upset her. “We’ve been waiting for you to come inside,” she whispered. “The qualifications necessary for the replacement position requires a willing heart. You must possess a deep desire to grow, and enough faith to open really heavy doors and the courage to walk through them.” By this time, the sunlight had filled the front room and had formed a blinding white puddle on the Linoleum flooring. Its brilliance caught the corner of my eye and I glanced away to look at it. When my gaze returned to the child, instinctively I knew her. She stood there on the footstool, clutching a baby doll in her arms. Standing beside her was my Lord and Savior; and it was His light that filled the dark room. He had wrapped his arms around the child’s shoulders, holding her steady on the footstool. I couldn’t take my eyes off of His face. And in that holy moment I recognized that the child in me. I knew I had found my life's work here.

Peter was looking for a suitable replacement disciple, someone who had experienced the life, death and resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ. He would become a living witness to the Resurrection power.

What qualifications must you possess to be a living witness for Jesus Christ? You must have a willing heart, a deep desire to grow, and enough faith to open really heavy doors and the courage to walk through them. Have you received the Lord Jesus Christ into your heart today? If so, there is an open replacement position that only you can fill, and the Master is waiting for you to apply within right now.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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His Love that will NOT let you go

Today’s Reading: Acts 1:18-20 (NIV)

18 With the reward he got for his wickedness, Judas bought a field; there he fell headlong, his body burst open and all his intestines spilled out. 19 Everyone in Jerusalem heard about this, so they called that field in their language Akeldama, that is, Field of Blood. 20 “For,” said Peter, “it is written in the book of Psalms, ‘May his place be deserted; let there be no one to dwell in it.’”

Matthew 27:3-5 (NIV)

3 When Judas, who had betrayed him, saw that Jesus was condemned, he was seized with remorse and returned the thirty silver coins to the chief priests and the elders. 4 “I have sinned,” he said, “for I have betrayed innocent blood.” “What is that to us?” they replied. “That’s your responsibility.” 5 So Judas threw the money into the temple and left. Then he went away and hanged himself.

Good morning!

My heart was breaking as I listened intently to the preacher’s life story. He was raised in a home where his family sold drugs to support their own addictions. He grew up watching the ones he loved daily drug themselves into the zone, a stupor where no one has to assume responsibility for their words and actions. As a young boy, his parents would have him carry the concealed illegal substances across state lines in a backpack. They were able to hide their own guilt by forcing their son to physically carry it for them. One crime led to another and it wasn’t long before the teenager found himself serving time in a state penitentiary.

A prison minister’s love for the lost made all the difference. He came each week, sharing Christ’s love with the incarcerated. The young man spent days pouring over the words of Scripture given to him during a worship service. Physically, he was locked up behind thick steel bars. When he gave his life to Christ, repented of the mistakes he had made, both knowingly and unknowingly, his soul had been set free by faith.

Once he was released, the man re-entered the world expecting never to return to the life he had once lived. He believed he could leave the sins of his father behind and begin a brand new life. It was not long before Satan’s fiery darts began striking the young Christian. He experienced a series of devastating blows – losing his first real job and realizing that potential employers want nothing to do in hiring ex-cons. With no money to pay the rent, he found himself living on the streets once again. He was completely heart-broken and disillusioned when his wife left him the day they were locked out of their apartment. In deep despair, he stopped trusting the Lord and let go of Christ’s hand, falling back into the way of life he simply despised.

Choices do have consequences. Little children who are wrongfully subjected to the sins of their parents are not responsible for their parents actions. And yet, like most little children do, we tend to blame ourselves for our parents’ poor choices, carrying the dead weight of their guilt around for years. Some experience instantaneous freedom from the sin cycle while others seem to perpetuate it over and over again as adults. Living a life of remorse and guilt will steal away your very last breath if you let it.

Judas Iscariot walked with the Lord Jesus Christ for three years. He listened to the Lord’s teaching and saw the incredible miracles happen first-hand. He knew Jesus Christ had the power to overthrow Roman rule. By making this one fatal choice, Judas set into motion a plot that could not be reversed. Scripture tells us that Judas hung himself on a tree in the field he purchased with the thirty pieces of silver; it is presumed that the rope or branch broke and his body split open upon impact and his intestines spilled all over the ground.

Can you walk away from Jesus Christ twice and be completely forgiven? This preacher would tell you unequivocally YES! Christ has the power and is willing to forgive every wrong choice we have ever made, even if, at some point, we let go of His strong hand. You see, when God forgives you, He forgives you completely. The slate is wiped clean. He doesn’t bother keeping track of your sin. You need to let go of the things that have caused you great remorse, because the Truth is this: Jesus Christ will never let you go. And once you’ve given your life to Him, He will follow you to the ends of the earth to redeem you, if you will just simply humble your heart and ask.

Don’t follow in the footsteps of Judas. Confess your sins at the foot of the cross, where you will find His love that will not let you go. Come to Jesus and live!

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The betrayer within

Today’s Reading: Acts 1:15-17 (NIV)

15 In those days Peter stood up among the believers (a group numbering about a hundred and twenty) 16 and said, “Brothers, the Scripture had to be fulfilled which the Holy Spirit spoke long ago through the mouth of David concerning Judas, who served as guide for those who arrested Jesus – 17 he was one of our number and shared in this ministry.

Good morning!

Have you ever been betrayed by a friend?

It is not easy to be hurt by someone you trust. I’ve never met anyone who has not been hurt at some point in their lives by a family member or friend. It seems to sting a whole lot more when the ones we love do and say things that cut us to the quick. The life scars that form become thick and tough, and it is nearly impossible to get past a world of hurt and pain.

This is the sad story of Judas, the betrayer. He was welcomed unconditionally into the group by Jesus and, even though he was a different kind of guy, the brothers accepted and loved him as one of their own. They didn’t always understand his thoughts about the Master, and wondered how he could have acted with such disregard after being exposed to all the same teachings and experiences while walking with Jesus in the flesh.

We may never know what Judas was truly thinking, or why he chose to act in the manner in which he did. It is sometimes easier to take at face value what little information we have about the heart of this man, and form our own judgmental conclusions.

Have you ever said or done something to someone that you would give anything to take back today? Did your actions leave deep scars embedded in the heart of someone who once loved and trusted you? Judas’ life story could have been Simon Peter’s story, or my story for that matter. It is hard for me to look at the condemned and conclude from what little I know that his soul intent was to betray our Lord into the hands of evil men. Inside the chest of the betrayer beat a bleeding and broken heart.

When I deny Jesus Christ by not loving others the way that He loves me, my heart becomes hardened, just like that of the betrayer. It is really easy to think more highly of ourselves that we should. We want to believe that we would never intentionally hurt another; yet, we often do, and we know it when it happens. We want to profess that we show unconditional Christ-like love to all people, not just our neighbors, co-workers, family and friends. How true is that statement in your life today? How far would you go to reach them if you knew their souls were at risk of eternal separation? How can we live, knowing there are people who are lost, who desperately need to know and experience the love of Christ and we choose to keep silent?

If we are truly honest with ourselves, then we can say there is a little Judas living in each of us. Here’s some really good news for a day like today: Jesus Christ carried our lame excuses, self-justification and preconceived notions that push our personal preferences and self-will ahead of God’s plan for His creation. By His stripes, we are healed. His blood was poured out for every bleeding and broken heart who knows the overwhelming pain of betrayal. We can be finally free of the Judas within when we choose to humble our hearts, confess our sin, and repent.

Please do not hesitate another minute, for every human heart needs to know the Lord Jesus Christ. Will you tell them?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Praying in my sleep

Today’s Reading: Acts 1:14 (NIV)

14 They all joined together constantly in prayer, along with the women and Mary the mother of Jesus, and with his brothers.

Good morning!

I woke up this morning in mid-prayer with the Lord. This is not an easy thing for me to explain, since I am still acquiring the daily benefits of the Apostle Paul’s prescription to pray without ceasing.

True confession: I like to talk – I like to talk a lot. My husband Jeff will attest to this. I function best when I’m able to think things through out loud; while Jeff digests most everything that he learns quietly, in a reflective state of mind. Speaking the words out loud often helps me understand what it is I’m experiencing. When I pray, I tend to pray out loud, and sometimes, I even read out loud, especially if I’m struggling to grasp the concept on the printed page. Sometimes, I hear the still small voice of God tenderly whisper in my ear, “Deb, honey, shut up!” Yes, I confess there are moments when God literally has had to shut my mouth so that I can hear Him speak. And I thank Him for not giving up on me, and finding rare moments of quiet stillness to breathe His holy breath into my spirit. Jesus constantly draws me back to him in prayer.

God knows it is hard for me to sit still and wait for Him to move. I like to see things happen, to witness the answers for every intercessory prayer prayed. This is definitely a control issue. My unwillingness to sit and wait upon the Lord so that He can renew my strength keeps my spirit flailing around in a nest, like a tiny baby bird, rather than soaring high in the skies on His wings. Letting go of the reign is a hard thing for me to do. Opening up to the possibilities of all that God has planned for my life is one scary adventure. If I stop to look down, my fear of heights may make me a nervous wreck and know I could fall. Waiting for His timing to spread my wings and fly has everything to do with my looking up to the Lord, and trusting His Word completely. It has absolutely nothing to do with me. When Jesus says jump, will I be willing let go and just do it?

Before the Holy Spirit baptized the disciples with holy fire, they prayed together constantly, along with Mary and the brothers. I love it when the Lord chooses to speak to me at night, when my body is at rest and my mind is open to His will. I know without a doubt that I was born to praise and worship the Lord Jesus Christ! This is my life’s work – the one thing He has asked me to do. When I’m all talked out, and I finally relinquish my control and humbly enter into His Holy presence, His Word speaks to me! There is nothing more wonderful than knowing Jesus Christ is with me always, even at night when I’m sleeping.

Do you hear the voice of Jesus calling to you at night? Allow the Lord to help guide you into a lifetime of constant prayer, even while you sleep.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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