Fish fry!

Today’s Reading: John 21:8-9 (NIV)

8 The other disciples followed in the boat, towing the net full of fish, for they were not far from shore; about a hundred yards. 9 When they landed, they saw a fire of burning coals there with fish on it, and some bread.

Good morning!

After a fishing expedition, my father would set up a large fryer at the end of the picnic table, and as the oil heated, he would gut and filet the fish we had caught that day. Mother would stand beside him with her hands dipped in the bowl of corn meal and spices, ready to roll the fish and drop them into the vat of hot grease. Within minutes, we would have ourselves a fish fry, and the campground neighbors would stop by for a sample. On the table, we set a plate of sliced, homegrown tomatoes, a tossed salad with French dressing, and a hot crock of macaroni and cheese. This meal would not be complete without a little tartar sauce and catsup for dipping. I can still smell the fish frying today.

There’s nothing like the taste of a little homegrown hospitality. The joy my Father felt as he served his family and friends the catch of the day may have seemed a bit trivial to some; yet, this is what he lived for. He could use a razor sharp knife like a trained master chef. It was an art form that I never picked up on. How he could remove the spine and tiny bones from a fish in one fell swoop, leaving no “hangers” to pull out of your teeth as you bite into the culinary delight, was beyond me. I watched him do it a million times, but I never learned how.

We can learn from the Master when we take a closer look at His banqueting table. Jesus had cooked breakfast for the boys. He lovingly prepared the table in advance for them, even as they worked for their catch of the day. What would you give to have a sit down meal with the Lord Jesus Christ as your heavenly host? Can you imagine the warm welcome you receive, walking through the sand toward the campsite that has already been prepared? The fire has been started, the fish is cooking on the coals, and fresh bread has been broken and is waiting to be consumed. I imagine the grin on the Master’s face was just as wide as my father’s smile as he served up his world famous fried fish.

Jesus is the master of radical hospitality. He offers Himself up as a humble servant, feeding the hungry and inviting all to His table today. This is a heavenly feast that will feed our rumbling bellies and hungry souls. Take a break from what you are doing and come to the table; for the Lord Jesus Christ has set a special place and is waiting just for you.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

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Seeing the Master in the miracle

Today’s Reading: John 21:7 (NIV)

7 Then the disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, “It is the Lord!” As soon as Simon Peter heard him say, “It is the Lord,” he wrapped his outer garment around him (for he had taken it off) and jumped into the water.

Good morning!

Does it take a miracle for us to recognize the risen Lord?

It is miracle that I woke up this morning. The simple fact that I have been given another day is a gracious gift from God. As I lay in semi-conscious slumber, I heard the rain beating in gentle rhythmic movements against the shingles on our parsonage roof. Rainfall births new life; we need the water so that soil will be fertile and ready to receive new seed. Springtime rain fills our rivers, increases our water supply, and prompts tiny seeds to grow and sprout into grass, flowers, and vegetation of all kinds. It is a miracle when tiny raindrops fall.

Which miracle was greater that morning when the disciples saw their Lord on the shore? Was it the fish in their nets or the risen Savior standing on the bank, waiting for them to come to Him? Do we need to see a miracle first in order to know that the Lord is alive and here with us now?

A baby’s tiny yawn; the love we receive from a devoted furry friend; the blessings of family, especially the quirky ones, who light up our lives with joy and laughter – all of these are miracles. The birds know it this morning; as they sit under soggy tree limbs drenched in the chilly rain, they sing their praises to the Lord in sweet harmony. We have a nest in our ornamental pear tree just outside my front window. It won’t be long before little baby beaks will emerge from the warmth of its twig bed, waiting for mama and daddy to feed them. New life is a miracle, but if we are not careful, we may miss recognizing the gift that has been given.

One disciple, the disciple whom Jesus loved, recognized the Lord first. Was it the familiarity of a great catch, or the voice of the one calling to him? Was it the miracle that made the Master real, or was it the Master who made the miracle real?

What miracle will it take for you to recognize the Lord Jesus Christ today?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Big nets needed!

Today’s Reading: John 21:5-6 (NIV)

5 He called out to them, “Friends, haven’t you any fish?” “No,” they answered. 6 He said, “Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some.” When they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish.”

Good morning!

Obeying Christ makes all the difference when it comes to successful soul fishing. Look at the disciples: they had been in the boat all day and all night with not one fish to show for their effort. What probably started out as a simple, fun excursion, became even more urgent as the hours wore on. I imagine they were a bit tired and cranky, and maybe a little disturbed by the time the stranger approached them from the shoreline. When He inquired about their catch of the day, I bet their response was a little on the sarcastic side! “No! Does it look we caught any fish to you? Are our nets full? Do you see anything flopping around in the bottom of our boat?”

We can become frustrated in our faith sharing efforts when we rely upon our own steam rather than the Lord’s. We need to remember this is about the Lord – He will welcome all who cry out to Him in repentance and faith. It is by the power and presence of His Holy Spirit that draws people in; we can cast our nets, but if we do not cast them in the power of the Spirit, our nets will come back empty every time.

What made the difference for the disciples? I believe the change occurred when they took the Lord at His Word and cast their nets on the right side of the boat, fully obedient and with the expectation of a great return. This is a matter of faith – not just wishful thinking, but a pure faith completely rooted in Christ’s hope for the world. Folks can tell you what happens when faith is mixed with hope in the Lord: needs are met, bodies, minds and souls are healed, sins are forgiven, and there is a new and unquenchable desire to live each day with His plan and purpose in mind.

Faith sharing begins with a prayer. It is not so much the words we say or how we say it. What the Holy Spirit does in and through our obedience to Christ is more powerful than we can begin to comprehend. Are you ready to take a fishing trip with the Lord? Ask Him to help you today, to use your words and actions to spark a holy flame in another heart. There are lots of opportunities out there to share your faith. Don’t miss out on receiving His very best for your life.

Pray first, plant your seed in obedience, and wait with great expectation for the harvest that will happen. Oh, and be sure to carry a big net because you’re going to need it for the catch.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Early morning call

Today’s Reading: John 21:4 (NIV)

4 Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus.

Good morning!

I love the early mornings, when I first stumble out of bed and tiptoe down the dark hallway to the study where I write. Now that daylight savings time has begun, the near morning haze begins as early as 5ish, and if I strain my eyes, I can see clearly outside my front picture window. What I always hear, even in the dark stillness of the night is the melodious chirping of the birds celebrating a brand new day. It is as if they cannot get on with the task at hand without first chirping their songs of praise to the Lord. They seem to have no problem recognizing and adoring their creator. Why do we?

The weather is warming up just enough now when early morning walks are actually quite enjoyable. Apart from the seasonal allergies that seem to make my nose run, I especially enjoy all the new spring bulbs sprouting through the cold, hard earth. It is amazing that something so tiny and tender can push through the hard crust of a frozen ground and then open into brilliant splendor as the sun emerges each day. They push through in praise and glory, adding significant beauty to the earth’s splendor. Only the Father could have created something so incredibly magnificent. Have you seen it?

How often does the Lord speak to us and we simply don’t realize it is Him?

I hear God speak through the mouths of precious children: the little ones who are starving, the contrary who are spoiled rotten, and the curious ones who long to learn and grow every day. Tiny hands reaching out from their beds early in the morning crying, “Mama, come get me! I’m awake! I’m awake!” Are we really awake to the gift of new life given each new day, or are we sleeping through a precious and holy moment? God speaks in the urgent messages of our clergy, delivered by the power and presence of the Holy Spirit of their lives. Voices resound with Christ’s words to go preach, teach, baptize and reach. Where have all the preachers gone? Why are our Christian schools and seminaries struggling to find students who long to learn and speak God’s Word to the world? Have we somehow grown deaf to the Lord’s early morning call? When was the last time you sat in church and your heart burned with an unquenchable fire to hear more?

Jesus calls us in the early morning. We can learn something of great value from the birds, the babies and the preachers in our lives. Wake up and give praise to God on high! Push past the slumbering sleep of your stagnant soul and recognize the Lord Jesus Christ for who He is. Calling from the shore, He speaks. Will you recognize Him when He calls out to you today?

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The proof is in the nets

Today’s Reading: John 21:2-3 (NIV)

2 It happened this way: Simon Peter, Thomas (called Didymus), Nathanael from Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two other disciples were together. 3 “I’m going out to fish,” Simon Peter told them, and they said, “We’ll go with you.” So they went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing.

Good morning!

My father was a methodical fisherman. He had a method and followed it with no exceptions. It wasn’t easy fishing with him. To Daddy, it was not about kicking back and enjoying a lazy day on the river. He meant business every time he cast his rod and fully expected his catch to be something of great value as he reeled in the line. Daddy never gave up, even if it meant staying in the boat all day long.

It is an interesting thing to compare my father’s fishing expeditions with our meager attempts at personal evangelism. We often launch out into the deep not really expecting a big return for our effort. We’d rather kick back with our feet propped up, enjoying the day, holding a cold refreshment in one hand while pitching the Gospel with the other, and waiting rather impatiently for folks to come to Christ. Is this how it is supposed to work?

John Wesley wouldn’t have said so, and neither did my dad. Our fishing trips were not what I would classify as family fun. Daddy was all business when it came to fishing and he expected nothing less than a full commitment from his team. It probably was not the best exercise in bonding but there was never any doubt of our common purpose. I’ve learned a lot about my father’s level of commitment to the task at hand. He was relentless in his fishing pursuits, and knew if he put forth his very best effort, there was no doubt about the catch we would have that evening at camp.

How does this stack up with our desire to be fishers of men? Are we fully committed to sharing the Gospel, believing that every time we speak His Word, we expect and anticipate a great harvest of souls? Do we spend our daily prayer time begging the Lord to save our family, friends, neighbors and even the people we have not yet met, without truly believing that He can make it happen? How do you approach the task of casting your net upon the water?

On the Sea of Tiberius, the disciples spent all day long fishing, and that evening, they hadn’t caught anything. Do you think their level of expectation and the effort with which they approached their job may have been the reason for all those empty nets?

Lord Jesus, I pray that you will give us your heart’s desire; teach us how to fish for souls. Help us to stand upon Your Word with courage and faith. We claim hearts today in Jesus’ name, knowing you will give the increase when we trust and obey. You alone have the power to change lives, and we offer ourselves as willing servants in the world. We trust you completely for the result, knowing that we will see the proof in the nets.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Heart-shaped shingles

Today’s Reading: John 21:1 (NIV)

1 Afterward Jesus appeared again to His disciples, by the Sea of Tiberias.

Good morning!

During one of His many appearances after the resurrection, Jesus suggested a fishing trip along the Sea of Tiberius with the boys. Jeff and I visited Tiberius when we traveled to Israel. It is a beautiful place; from the hillside, one can see land in the far-off distance. Tiberius runs along a 32-mile shoreline by the Sea. It is a great place to go fishing, and, as we walked along the water’s edge, we watched many people doing just that.

This is the place where folks come to heal their hurts from the daily grind. It has become Israel’s premiere vacation spots, where one can relax and enjoy a slice of the Father’s amazing creation. You cannot help but be recreated in such a lush surrounding. Whenever I feel a little overwhelmed, I close my eyes and remember the beauty of Tiberius and how the sunlight sparkles across the water. Did you know this some say from a aerial point of view, that the sea is shaped like a harp?

The disciples must have been emotional wrecks. I can only imagine their fragile state of mind and how completely confused, elated, exhausted and exhilarated they felt. How do you explain the resurrection to a total stranger? How would people who never knew this amazing man in the flesh know Him now in His risen state? They had the privilege of walking with their Lord for three amazing years, only to see His flesh torn and broken as He hung suspended on a cruel cross of torture. Then, when they thought all had been lost, Jesus did what He said and He rose again! I imagine every nerve ending in their bodies had been frayed during the trauma of the moment. They needed some healing time away from the crowd; they needed a little one-on-one with the Lord.

I was stepping out of the shower preparing for my work day when I first noticed it. Tiny clusters of blisters raised and reddened, running along my right arm. I immediately recognized the virus; it lay dormant in my body for years after having chicken pox as a child. Shingles has a way of rearing its ugly head just when you least expect it. The virus attacks nerve endings, inflaming them and causing severe and unrelenting pain. It feels a lot like a hot poker jabbing at your flesh constantly. On a much smaller scale, I wondered if this physical agony is like that of the intense pain magnified one thousand times over as my Savior suffered at Calvary. I never thought I’d have a real appreciation for what it feels like to have someone step on your last nerve. This week, I’m learning just what that feels like in the flesh.

One of the patches on my wrist has taken the shape of a heart. Only God would allow me to experience the pain and joy of heart-shaped shingles. If, in one small way, I can be reminded of the suffering my Savior endured to save me from sin, then I can learn to rejoice even in this most unusual circumstance. I’ve never been tattooed, but I think I may end up with a heart shaped scar after all. It is a love mark, daily reminding me that my Savior has been there and done that.

I've decided to take a little fishing trip with my Lord. The order of business this weekend is to rest, read, and take my anti-viral medications. A nice long stroll by the sea with my Redeemer is where you will find me. And I know His Sonlight will heal my body and soul.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The gift of curiosity

Today’s Reading: John 20:30-31 (NIV)

30 Jesus did many other miraculous things in the presence of His disciples, which are not recorded in this book. 31 But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in His name.

Good morning!

In 1941, H. A. and Margret Rey published a series of children’s stories about a little monkey named Curious George. What child is not enamored with the antics of this happy chimpanzee? People of all ages and stages in life find an affinity to our hairy little friend, as he experiences life in a great big world. Curiosity continually keeps me seeking and growing; prompting me to learn something new each day. George’s inquisitive spirit and determination can be found in the hearts and lives of his creators. The Reys found themselves in imminent danger, living in Europe during Hitler’s reign of terror. Both were Jews, living under close scrutiny of the Nazis. They escaped Paris just before the city was seized, riding out of the country on two make-shift bicycles. At the French-Spanish border, they sold their cycles in exchange for train fare and traveled into Brazil and then on to New York City, where they began to market their first five manuscripts. Our world is a fascinating place to live. We can see the wonder when we look through the eyes of our curious little friend George.

I sense the same wonder and excitement when I look at Jesus through the eyes of the disciples. The disciple whom Jesus loved wrote these fascinating words: Jesus did many other miraculous things in the presence of His disciples, which are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in His name. Don’t you wonder what else Jesus did? I find my soul screaming, “Tell me more! Don’t stop now! I want to hear every detail, and experience each miracle and every word through your written testimony.” I think the author is saying to this reader that it is not nearly as important to know every detail of Jesus’ life and ministry; as it is to simply believe. When we come into the knowledge that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, we receive new life in His name. And this is Good News for a day like today!

Curiosity is a wonderful thing. We can get lost in the details and miss the reason if we are not careful. Jesus longs for us to seek Him out as we experience life. More important than knowing everything He said and did is in knowing He is our Lord.

Just how curious are you about Jesus Christ? His Word never ends. You can live on forever in His holy presence IF you are willing to believe, repent, and receive Him as your personal Savior today.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Not seeing is believing

Today’s Reading: John 20:29 (NIV)

29 Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

Good morning!

I was cooking breakfast yesterday morning when my telephone rang. It was my friend Jerry, who was feeling under the weather. The evangelism team was scheduled to meet in my home in about twenty minutes and Jerry wasn’t going to be there. He had prepared a fruit salad to share and wondered if I wouldn’t mind dropping by his home to pick it up. Jerry only lives five minutes from my house, so I left the frying of the bacon to the capable hands of my house guests and I grabbed by my car keys and left.

As I reached the apartment complex, I picked up my cell phone and called Jerry to tell him I was just outside. He told me that he did not feel enough to come to the front door but the door was unlocked and I could just come on in. Hurriedly, I walked into the building and knocked on the door. Turning the knob, the door opened and I said in a loud voice, “Jerry, I’m here. I’m coming inside.” The house was dark and quiet, except for the uncontrollable coughing coming from the bedroom. I became immediately concerned, wondering whether Jerry was okay. I said, “Jerry, are you all right? Do you need some help?” I hesitated for a second, wondering whether I should venture back toward the bedroom. Suddenly, a man whom I did not recognize came scrambling out of the bedroom, dressing as he came. All I can tell you is that I’m glad I didn’t faint. I suddenly realized that I was in the wrong apartment!

Now, I haven’t been able to find just the right words to adequately express my complete embarrassment in this particular situation. I wondered how in the world I could end up in the wrong place at the right time. Has this ever happened to you, or is it just me? This morning, I am glad to be alive. Here I was, an unintentional intruder in the home of a perfect stranger. I’ve determined that this is NOT the way to do personal evangelism, although I did find myself wishing I had a Bible tract or some other small gift to leave at the startled man’s feet. I apologized profusely, turned around and exited through the door that I walked through. I could hear the kind gentlemen laughing out loud hysterically as I left his apartment building. Somehow, this didn’t help me much. I can still him laughing this morning.

I ran back to my car and called Jerry. He said, “You must be lost.” Exasperated, I replied, “You have no earthly idea.”

Jesus understands our human dilemma. Even with the best of intentions, we often miss the Truth of the matter because we are too busy trying to see it for ourselves. We want tangible proof; we want to witness the miracle; we want to not have any doubts about our God. We want to accept the Lord Jesus Christ as our personal Savior and know that this confession of faith will immediately make us healthy, wealthy and wise. When we don’t see immediate, tangible evidence, we wonder if He’s for real. We wonder if He’s really God. We wander off, lost in the maze of human thought and personal misinterpretation. We somehow lose sight of the Savior in our wondering and wandering.

Why do we insist on seeing Christ as a prerequisite to believing? There are times when NOT seeing is believing. Take my word for it. It may save you from opening the wrong door that you do not want to go through.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Living in the eternal present

Today’s Reading: John 20:28 (NIV)

28 Thomas said to [Jesus], “My Lord and my God!”

Good morning!

It is often hard to recognize the gift of the present. We need to learn to see it each day. For what we have right now in this moment, is more precious than we can possibly comprehend. Breathe in. Feel the air passing through your nostrils, filling your lungs with fresh, new life. Breathe out. Exhale the carbons and let go of the unnecessary. Every breath is God’s precious gift – a constant and vital reminder of His eternal presence living inside of you.

Sometimes we forget to breathe, and often, we forget we are breathing at all. Have you ever tried to count the number of times you take a breath each day? Unless the wind is knocked out of me, or I cannot catch my breath after exercising, I am often unaware of the life-giving air flowing in and out of my body. I need to stop and appreciate the gifts I’ve been given.

What is it like to live in the eternal present? For Thomas, this was the moment he had longed for. Seeing His Lord for the very first time as Savior of the world drew him immediately into the eternal present and into the presence of Christ. The fresh breath of fresh life filled Thomas with a new hope; he knew everything had changed at this moment as He knelt before the presence of His Lord. In wonder and awe, Thomas spoke these words, “My Lord and my God!”

Living in the eternal present is a gift from above. It is the moment we look toward, when all things come together and this life lunges toward perfection in Him. From the very first breath we take as we make our debut from the womb into the world, until we breathe our very last, taking a fresh breath of the eternal in the arms of Jesus, we are living in God’s eternal present. Don’t miss a minute of Him! Stop wasting your life, oblivious to the presence of the Lord and what He is doing. Emmanuel, God with us, is here, right now, breathing new life into your soul.

He is our eternal present – Jesus Christ, the breath of new life. My Lord and my God!

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Holding Out for Hope

Today’s Reading: John 20:27 (NIV)

27 Then He said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe!” 28 Thomas said to Him, “My Lord and my God!”

Good morning!

It is easy to become doubtful in today’s world. People are losing their life’s savings on the stock market; homes are being foreclosed on by banks, and people are forced to live with relatives, in their automobiles, and out on the streets. The stress level in families today has surged beyond the breaking point. Tens of thousands of Americans are unemployed and the job market is so inundated with capable, qualified applicants that few are finding work. Employers are cutting staff just to find ways to stay afloat in the depressed marketplace. Many small business owners are closing their doors because consumers have no money with which to purchase their goods. Are you doubtful that a turnaround will happen anytime soon in the global market?

We hear the dismal reports of financial experts and economists from around the world. We listen intently and watch with baited breath as our new American President makes decisions on the changes he believes America needs to survive and thrive. Are you encouraged by the results of his first one hundred days in office? Doubt and fear can paralyze us IF we let it. Are you willing to take that risk?

I come from a long line of pessimists - not that I’m proud of it, but I might as well confess my human weakness for what it is. I’ve learned from the best on how to become cynical and doubtful; discouraged and even a little scared in today’s world. The greater question is whether I will choose to see and know the Truth beyond the circumstance of this moment. Do I hold a greater vision for what has been promised, despite what I see happening all around me? Will I hold out for hope even in this time of deep despair? Hope is a choice, and our hope is based upon the Truth. I believe we need a lot more Truth telling and a little less cover up in our world today.

Here’s the truth of the matter: Jesus Christ said that He had come to die and rise again, conquering human sin and death forever. He promised His disciples that He would be back. It didn’t look very hopeful that day as Jesus suffered on the cross. After He was buried, the disciples doubted that anything that had happened in the last three years had been real. No one thought that Jesus Christ would return like He said. Can you imagine the amazement that Thomas experienced when he personally touched Jesus’ nail-scarred hands? While his circumstances seemed bleak, when the Truth surfaced, He made all the difference.

Looking for a little hope today amid the things you see? Having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ changes everything. His Word is Truth and His Word lasts forever. Stop trying to put your nest egg in the hands of the world’s economy. Place your life in the hands of Jesus and find out what it means to experience security and freedom even when you are surrounded by a sea of doubt. Jesus is only a prayer away, and if you will just cry out to Him, you will receive new life, the one change that our world desperately needs!

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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The locked door

Today’s Reading: John 20:26 (NIV)

26 A week later His disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!”

Good morning!

A locked door can be a very frustrating thing. Have you ever locked your car keys inside the car? Before the inception of keyless entry, I managed to lock my keys in the car a few times and, if I couldn’t reach Jeff, I’d have to pay $100 to have a locksmith meet me in the parking lot to help unlock that car door. The last time I locked my keys in the car, I was on the grocery store parking lot and I accidentally dropped my keys in the trunk just as I had finished loading groceries. I shut the trunk lid before I realized they had fallen out of my hand. My cell phone was locked in the front seat along with my wallet, and the keys were in the trunk. The store manager, feeling very sorry for me, allowed me to call my husband on his store phone. Jeff was not available, but he called our car dealership and the salesman who sold us the car came to the parking lot with a master key and unlocked my trunk for me. I am forever grateful to the people God has placed in my life who have helped to unlock my locked doors.

As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to finish college. The timing to go back to school just never seemed quite right – I married young, and before I knew it, God had blessed us with children. I thought I might try to go back to school after the children were in elementary school, but the after-school activities and weekend sporting events kept my dream locked behind a closed door. I finally made the decision to try and return to college when my children were in upper elementary and junior high school. My very first college class was a 3-hour English class taken at a local community college. The professor was so supportive and seemed to genuinely care about my desire to further my education. His encouragement helped me unlock the door to continued learning and moved me closer toward the completion of that college degree. I confess I was the longest living freshman alive! I would take one 3-hour class in the spring and one 3-hour class in the fall. I did this for almost eight years, while my children finished their educations, moved out, and eventually got married. I promised myself that when our son David finished his education, I would go back to school full-time. The same day David left community college and enlisted in the military, I applied for a student loan and made application to enroll full-time at Lindenwood University.

All of us struggle with locked doors in life: not just physical doors, like car doors, or the door to higher education, or the door to promotion at work. We struggle to unlock the doors that free us from wrong thoughts and decisions. We want to rid ourselves of the things that keep us from living life to its fullest, like addictions, compulsions, sickness, fatigue, and bad attitudes. Sometimes sin feels like it is a revolving door with no exit – one way in and no way out. This is exactly why Jesus arose! He holds the master key to freedom with a capital F. When we are free in Christ, we are free indeed – free from the things that have separated us from a perfect and holy Father. He unlocks the door between our sin and God’s salvation once and for all.

The disciples were surprised that day when Jesus walked right through the locked door stood next to them. Jesus holds the master key; He can unlock the locked doors of your life. Are you willing and ready to walk through? Believe upon the Lord Jesus Christ; trust in Him today. The doors that you thought would never open will be unlocked through the power of His amazing grace and mercy.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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Eyewitness account

Today’s Reading: John 20:24-25 (NIV)

24 Now Thomas (called Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. 25 So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!” But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it.”

Good morning!

I really like Thomas. His statement gained him the nickname “Doubting Thomas.” I don’t really think Thomas was a doubter at heart. I think Thomas was a realist. He reminds me a little of Lee Strobel, a man who refused to settle for anything less than the Truth. Would you want to believe something that is less than true? I wouldn’t. If I’m going to believe it, I need to know in my heart that this is as real as it gets - not just some human interest story with a great ending. No, there has to be more to this story. Thomas knew it; Lee Strobel knows it, and I believe it too.

The other disciples didn’t want to believe Mary at first, when she came running back frantically from the tomb. They thought she was seriously grieving and very confused over finding the empty grave. When Jesus appeared to them later that evening in the upper room, it was almost too much to comprehend! To see their Lord again, risen and whole, alive and well, was more than they could have hoped for. Yes, Jesus told them so, but the reality of seeing it first hand must have been completely and totally awesome!

Don’t you wonder where Thomas was that night? I think Thomas was a man of great courage. Everyone else was held up in that room, fearful to go out into the city. But not Thomas – he was somewhere else, probably taking a walk and grieving alone. Maybe he was doing his own little fact-finding mission. Thomas wasn’t afraid to break away from the group, to check things out for himself. He needed time away to sort through the events of the last week. No wonder Thomas responded the way he did, when the disciples caught up to him later.

If you have ever been an eyewitness to an automobile accident, then you know just how important your testimony can be to people who were involved. Eyewitness testimony is critical to the outcome of a jury trial, to better understanding the truth of the situation, and in resolving unanswered questions. We have a unique opportunity to see and understand the events of our Savior’s crucifixion and resurrection through the eyes of the tenacious twelve – the disciples of Jesus Christ. They walked with Him for three years, and were first-hand witnesses to every miracle Jesus performed. They watched Him die and saw Him fully resurrected. An eyewitness account will better help us understand the Truth.

When I get to heaven, I’m going to meet Thomas Didymus in person and shake his hand.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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A breath of fresh air

Today’s Reading: John 20:22-23 (NIV)

22 And with that, He breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit. 23 If you forgive anyone his sins, they are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven.”

Matthew 6:14-15 (NIV)

[Jesus said,] 14 “For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. 15 But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.”

Good morning!

Grudge bearing seems to be a popular human pastime. Have you ever held something against someone? Maybe it was something they did or said that hurt you, and you were never able to let go of it completely. While we may not think of it as a lifelong hobby, it is interesting to count the cost of unforgiveness. I challenge you to a test: for the next twenty-four hours, I want you to be keenly aware of passing thoughts and comments that you think and make about others. Make a mental note of the times you recognize that you are still holding a grudge. Count it up and send me an email with a number in the header - no explanation is necessary. I will tally the results and post them in my blog. You see, trust issues run deep in every human heart, and with a good reason. It is hard to rebuild trust with someone who has let you down.

Do you think this is what Jesus means - that when we hold on to the things of our past, we are living with unforgiveness in our hearts? He was clear when He told his disciples, “If you do not forgive men their sins, they are not forgiven.” He also said, “If you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” OUCH! Grudge bearing is obviously not good for our physical, emotional and spiritual health. When we get angry and hold on to that internal resentment, we will let it eat away at the lining of our stomachs, causing us to suffer from ulcers and indigestion. We can suffer with stress or migraine headaches. We become so tired from carrying that grudge that maybe we choose to stay home and sleep, and not re-engage with the world around us. Grudge bearing makes us cynical, pessimistic, and can eventually lead to feelings of hopelessness and fear. Sounds like fun, huh? When we weigh the cost of holding on to things that should have been forgiven long ago, our hurts can literally eat us alive.

It is difficult to understand why Jesus would go to the lengths He did to suffer so and die on a cross of shame to save you and me from our sin, when we still have the freedom to choose whether or not we will forgive each other. When I hold back forgiveness from a family member, friend, or neighbor, it is as if I am personally re-attaching Christ to the cross with my nails of unforgiveness. I imagine His heart breaks every time I become uppity and stubborn, unwilling to forgive. Maybe my neighbor’s sin won’t be forgiven; but neither will I. If we are to learn how to love like Jesus loves us, then we must be willing to forgive each other, and let the great pastime of grudge bearing go once and for all.

No wonder we need His holy breath to help us. I know that I am incapable of forgiveness all by myself. It takes something greater than anything I’ve got to offer, to help me let go of the hurts and the pain that I’ve endured along the way. I need the living breath of God flowing in and through me each day, so that when I pray and ask the Lord for His forgiveness, He will not only forgive me but will help me completely forgive others.

A new breath of fresh air is just a prayer away. Are you willing to set aside your pastime and choose to really forgive? I’ll see you this weekend at the altar of Faith Church. We can pray for each other and begin to fully experience the miracle of forgiveness through our Lord.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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One holy breath

Today’s Reading: John 20:21-22a (NIV)

21 Again Jesus said, “Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.” 22 And with that, He breathed on them.

Good morning!

It was a surreal moment, almost like reliving a crazy dream. I stood at the window of the NICU at St. John’s Mercy Medical Center, looking through the plate glass at my newborn grandson, Joshua David. He was in such a hurry to be born. Our daughter Rachel went into premature labor in her twenty-eighth week of pregnancy, then spent one month in-patient trying to postpone an early childbirth. Her physicians had done everything within their power to keep Rachel’s labor at bay. But on the morning of July 20^th in week thirty-two, Rachel gave birth to her son. Joshua David tipped the scales at five pounds, a good size for a child born in the seventh month. His lungs were underdeveloped, but functioning. He needed help breathing, so his physicians placed him on a ventilator. I watched the air push in and out, forcing his tiny chest to rise and fall. I remember thanking the Lord for His sweet breath of life over that child. One week later, Joshua was off the ventilator and breathing on his own.

The first time I held that precious baby boy in my arms, I could feel the air push from his tiny nostrils onto my skin. I couldn’t help but remember the month I spent in that NICU with my own baby boy. David had been born three weeks premature; suffering with a serious lung infection and a birth defect that was adversely affecting his body to function properly. In 1985, baby heart monitors for premature infants had not yet been approved for home use. When we took David home from the hospital, I laid him in the bassinet next to my bed, and I would sleep on my belly, with one hand on his chest, so that I could feel him breathing all night long. I don’t think I slept much the first six months of David’s life.

Joshua went home with a baby monitor, and what a blessing that was! We could put him in his crib and hear his every move, even from the other room. If his heart rate dropped or if he forgot to breathe, an alarm would sound and we would know to go pick him up, reminding Joshua to take a breath. Sometimes babies do forget to breathe. And we know that the breath of life is an essential and necessary element in order to live.

Jesus knew His disciples were scared. There they were, held up together in the upper room, the last place they had spent significant time with their Lord. They were afraid to go outside the walls for fear of retaliation, failure, and death. Breathing had become a labor of love, as they tried to hide from their adersaries. Jesus came with a greeting of peace. And as He spoke the Word, a holy hush fell across the room just like a warm, woolen blanket keeps you warm on a cold winter’s day. Softly, He said, “As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.” And with that, Jesus breathed on them the breath of new life. His breath became their lifeline, just as the ventilator was the lifeline for my son and grandson in the NICU. Apart from Christ’s holy life breath, we cannot breathe adequately on our own. We need to be hooked up with His breath of life for it is only His breath that sustains and gives us courage to move forward. One holy breath was enough to give the Disciples the strength they needed to step beyond the secure walls of the upper room and go out into the world, just as Jesus commanded them.

Do you need Jesus Christ to breathe a holy breath over your life today? Will it make an everlasting difference between your staying behind in the security of your church’s walls or stepping out into the world to go share the Good News? Lord Jesus, we need Your holy breath right now. Come and breathe on us, sweet breath of God. This is our heart’s desire. Amen.

Grace and peace,

Deb Spaulding

Faith UMC - St. Charles, MO

www.songofdeborah.com

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