If you’d like to read more …

These are some of the devotional gift books I’ve recently put together for Christian Brands Group/Living Grace/Autom. They can be ordered from the Living Grace website, and no, I don’t get royalties for book sales. My reward is knowing I can share the stories of ordinary people to encourage other ordinary people that yes, God does move for, in, and through ordinary people! That’s all I am: one of God’s ordinary children.

Other titles:

God is Good All the Time

Blessed is She Who Has Believed

Noble Woman

Your Are a Blessing

Rejoice

God’s Greatest Gift

Jesus Loves Me So

Best Friends: Creature Teach Us Much About Our Creator

And a children’s book on identity and value to God, Xulon Press, Available there or on Amazon

Truly Ruth, Truly “Grandma” to an Entire Town

Jane Ebbing

But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light; 1 Peter 2: 9

(note from Rose Hunter: this is my Aunt Jane, writing about my Grandma, Katie Ruth (Heisler) Miner, and I can say a true Amen to all Jane shares. I follow Aunt Jane’s story with my own story. Ruth raised a house full of children through the Great Depression. She was a Christ-like example to all her children and grandchildren, and to the whole town! So loved was Ruth that she rode in a convertible as Grand Marshall of the town parade in the 1990’s.)

My mother always wore an apron, except for when she went to church or visited relatives or friends. Her apron (which she made herself, by the way) protected her everyday dresses, which she called her “house dresses” as opposed to her going to church dresses. The apron could be used as an emergency dust cloth and could quickly be removed if the preacher came calling. The apron could be, and was, used as a container for freshly picked green beans or vine ripened juicy red tomatoes or other garden produce from her Indiana back yard, or apples from the big old tree in the back yard that would later be turned into the yummiest Dutch apple pie you could ever imagine!

Mom used to bake pies for people besides family. Somehow she would slide the entire pie out of the pie pan onto another plate without having it fall to pieces. Can you imagine even trying that? Yikes! If it fell apart, it was a family pie. If it stayed together, it went to whoever who was paying her. Family got the yummy rejects. She baked every Saturday, usually pies, and I think she usually made six of them. By Sunday night, the pie was gone! I don’t know how many kids were at home then, probably six children, at least.

Her cookies were the best, made with lots of love, the not-so-secret ingredient. Mom had a cookie jar that was always full – and the kids in her neighborhood knew it. If they had a taste for something sweet, and their own mommas said “No, you’ll spoil your dinner,” well, Grandma Miner (or Grandma Ruth) NEVER said no. Actually, I believe some of the neighborhood moms occasionally sampled this always full, never empty cookie jar. But don’t tell the kids!

Having raised ten children of her own, Mom was always in demand for babysitting in my hometown, especially on Friday nights during high school basketball season. They don’t call it Hoosier Hysteria for no good reason. Parents fought over who could get “Grandma Miner” to watch their children while they went to the games. I think the coach’s wife was the winner, having made some sort of “deal” with Mom.

Mom loved to sing – and whistle! She truly whistled while she worked, mainly hymns or gospel songs. She knew them all. She and my Dad used to sing duets at church. I guess my Dad had some friends in high places, because he and Mom were invited to sing for a church service at the Pacific Garden Mission in Chicago. This homeless shelter was founded in 1877 and is said to be the oldest continuously operating rescue mission in the United States. Mom was never nervous about singing in public, but she said she almost fainted when she learned, after the fact, that the entire church service, including my folks’ duet, had been broadcast live on one of the Chicago radio stations!

Mom truly loved Jesus.  An old song is running through my head right now: “They’ll Know We are Christians by Our Love.”  That was my mom. Everyone she knew, knew she was a Christian by the love she showed her family, neighbors  and friends.

Like Mother, Like Daughter: Helen, Ruth’s Daughter

And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. 1 Peter 5:10

She made doll clothes for my dolls out of old socks. She made my clothes. She tended her garden and canned the good vegetables from it and made jelly from the berries. She cut rhubarb stalks for me and let me dip the raw ends into a tiny cup of sugar for a treat to eat. She cut the Betsy McCall paper dolls and clothes out of McCall’s Magazine every month, glued the dolls on cardboard, and gave me a shoebox to keep these treasures in. She read me Bible stories and the stories in my Sunday School papers each week. She cleaned and bandaged my scrapes. She knelt by my bedside and prayed with me. She taught me to sew, knit, and crochet. Helen, my mother, was a loving reflection of her own loving, godly mother Ruth.

She sewed for neighbors, too, and did alterations for friends and neighbors. Everyone loved her brownies, cookies, and pies. Part of the Women’s Ministry at our church, Mom had a heart for missions and helping others and loved to work at the church rummage sales and sing in the choir.

She loved taking care of her grandchildren and saw it as joy, not duty. My two sons still tell stories of Grandma making them lunch and playing with them when I needed her babysitting skills. But where I truly saw my mother’s servant, loving, Christ-like heart was when my father developed Alzheimer’s and, rather than put him in a nursing home, my mother cared for Dad in their small mobile home so he wouldn’t be further confused by living in a strange place.

It wasn’t easy for her physically, mentally or emotionally. My father was very intelligent, an engineer, who built a wonderful cabin for our family, built an apartment at the back of our house for his mother to live in, led the remodeling crew at our church, and loved his wife and family. He was kind and generous and fun, building a telescope out of a stove pipe so we could watch the moon, planets and stars. When Dad took the telescope off the mount, he’d put a towel on the mount and spin me around atop it. To watch Dad’s brain, memories, and abilities slip away was more than hard for my mother; it was agonizing.

Yet she took care of Dad, never spoke to him like he was the disease ravaging his brain but always as her beloved husband and friend. Dad could still tinker in his shop out on their porch. The only time she did put Dad in the care of others was when she’d get groceries, dropping Dad off at an adult day-care sponsored by the local hospital. She knew that interaction with others was good for him. She helped him bathe. When Dad became incontinent, Mom changed his Depends and never complained, even when he had an accident once as she was changing him. One day Dad fell on top of her as Mom was helping him dress, and because she had severe osteoporosis, we reared for her own health and, as gently as we could, encouraged Mom to put Dad in a care facility. She reluctantly did, but I knew it broke her heart.

After Dad passed away, my mother would get up in the morning, walk into the hallway, and kiss the photo of her and Dad hanging on the wall. She told me she’d ask, ”Jesus, why am I still here?” Mom lived 14 years longer, and I knew she never lost her love for my father and looked longingly toward the day they’d be reunited in Heaven. One thing I know for certain: they ARE together again, rejoicing in their Savior Jesus and most certainly helping out somehow in whatever happens in Heaven. What a legacy of faith and faithful living they left us and everyone who knew them!

PRAYER STARTER

Oh, my Creator and Father God, help me to live a life of loving, serving, and joyfully, generously giving myself, my time, my talents, my resources. Jesus, your life is my true example, so teach me to love as you love, give as you give, serve as you serve, pray as you pray, and ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________and make me your daughter of strength, dignity, and love!

Father God, you love me and all your children like a good parent. I know the world tends to look down on women who are “just mothers,” but there is nothing just a…,”minimal, devaluing, or unworthy about being a mother, grandmother, sister, or aunt. Help me respect other women, working outside the home or not, and help me value others for their hearts and who they are to YOU! I lift up ________________

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Bless them Lord, in Jesus’ Name, amen!

(Ruth, Bramwell, and the surviving nine of their ten children.  Jane is on Ruth’s left. My mother, Helen, is standing behind Jane.)

Helen, Bonnie, and Ruth Miner

The Shadow Tells All

Cover off, God’s parable on!

Child of the 50’s that I am, I still remember the radio (what’s that, you ask?) detective program titled “The Shadow,” and the slogan that came at the beginning of every program: “Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of man? The Shadow knows!” This morning I finally went out to the back yard to hit the elliptical on the porch around 7:15, already warm with the sun rising above the mountains. As I “loped” along to my inspirational music on my phone, I noticed the shadow of something long and thick in the pool. Hmmm…what could that be from? Peering intently into the pool, I saw a small twig floating. Aha! Not a snake or a log after all – just a small, twisted twig.

Two thoughts immediately came to me :

1: Sometimes people like to “cast a large shadow” before others, looking larger than they are, and I know that’s out of an actual sense of inferiority/invalidation/lack of importance. When you examine that person, you see the truth that they aren’t as “big” as they like to project they are. Hmm… have I ever done that, Jesus?

2: I’m a pretty small twig in the grand scheme of things, as are my sisters and brothers in Christ, but even a twig, with the Light of the World behind it, can make an important “reflection” and impact if and when the shadow we “cast” is the shadow of the redemptive work of Jesus on the Cross. Hmm… does my life really count for you and your Kingdom, Jesus?

Fast forward two hours to the Monday worship intercession group. Today we’re very much in 1 Corinthians 2: 2-16 (Amplified Version):

“As for myself, brethren, when I came to you, I did not come proclaiming to you the testimony and evidence or mystery and secret of God {concerning what He has done through Christ for the salvation of men} in lofty words of eloquence or human philosophy and wisdom, for I resolved to know nothing (to be acquainted with nothing, to make a display of the knowledge of nothing, and to be conscious of nothing) among you except Jesus Christ (the Messiah) and Him crucified… So that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men (human philosophy), but in the power of God….For who has known or understood the mind (the counsels and purposes) of the Lord so as to guide and instruct Him and give Him knowledge? But we have the mind of Christ (the Messiah) and do hold the thoughts (feelings and purposes) of His heart.”

I realized God’s thought to me through that stick fit with what we were focusing on today: our own humility and “twig” stature, and yet God loves us so much that HE gives us thoughts from HIS own mind, heart and being, so the “shadow” we cast in our thoughts, words, and actions bears, conveys, and prayerfully reveals the mind and heart of Jesus to others! We all agreed we’re quite happy to be “twigs”!

Fast forward to one o’clock, after the meeting, when I zipped down to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Yay, I found a parking space under a tree, and I waited for the young man gathering up the shopping carts to walk across the lane and get to the side of the building. For whatever reason (nudge), when I walked to the sidewalk, he was still there, going back for a few more carts. I told him thanks for doing his job and getting carts for us in the hot sun, and that began a small conversation about working out in the heat. I shared about a job where I had to do that, and said again I appreciated his work. He told me he doesn’t make much money at the job and rarely hears thanks, and I went on my way.

But that nagging nudge inside me told me our conversation wasn’t over, so after shopping and checking out, I saw him again pushing some carts toward the storefront. I turned my cart and walked toward him, and gave him a single dollar, telling him it came from Jesus, small as it was. He expressed his appreciation, then said, “This isn’t the job I want to have forever. I actually studied music in college, and I write music.
That’s what I want to do for a living someday.”

I asked if I could pray with him, and I did, asking the Creator who put that gift in the young man to open doors of opportunity for him to walk in his gifting and calling. He said, “You must be a hard-core Christian,” and I just smiled and told him I love Jesus and like to pass God’s love along to others. Oh, kind Creator God, I truly hope and pray what that young man, whose name I don’t even know, saw Jesus, not me, in that brief shadow this twig prayerfully, hopefully cast today! I may never see him again or hear the outcome of the words I know God’s Holy Spirit gave me to encourage him, but that’s okay. I’m a twig who casts a shadow of the Cross of Jesus, and that’s all that matters.

“Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion,  then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. 3Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves,  not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death— even death on a cross! Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,  and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father… FOR IT IS GOD WHO WORKS IN YOU TO WILL AND TO ACT ACCORDING TO HIS GOOD PURPOSES.” Philippians 2: 1-11, 13 (NIV)

A “… but God….” for you to pray and think about today: Father God, I am just a small twig in the great scheme of things, BUT you’ve invested some of yourself in me, in my abilities, inclinations, gifts and heart. It’s really YOU living through me anyway, so help me feel YOUR nudges and know that being “just a twig” is meaningful when YOU’re with me and love through me. Give me courage to know and simply live before others, so YOU can __________________________________________________________________________, and remind me always that it’s YOU behind me, casting the powerful, meaningful, purposeful shadow! Jesus’ Name, with thanks, by the Holy Spirit, for God’s Glory and victories and transforming love in the lives of others AND me, amen!

An Improbable Avenue from an Omnipotent God

God’s grace to me and others, recorded in these books!

How in the world does God make these improbable connections? Ah, He’s omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent. Still, God’s “weaving” humbles and flabbergasts me! All I intended to do was sell a king-size mattress set I didn’t need, trying first through my Facebook friends. And yay, the woman who managed the bookstore at my previous church messaged me that she wanted to buy it, so down they came and loaded it up. She asked me, “You used to write for Donna Partow, didn’t you?” Yes, after the senior pastor’s wife connected me with Donna because she knew I’d written books with the senior pastor of a previous church, I did put together two leaders’ guides for two of Donna’s books, a high honor to me because I highly respect Donna’s world-wide speaking and her faith that drives her.

I was still surprised when she contacted me just a week or two later. I didn’t know 1) that she was working now for a Christian publishing company and 2) that they needed more writers and 3) that Dana thought to mention my name to her co-workers! I drove up, interviewed with the staff, and began writing small gift devotional books for Christian Publishing Group. Holy socks, all that from selling a mattress? Yesterday I got thenexst six title they want me to work on!

My true delight in putting these books together is that I get to share stories from my friends of God moving in their lives. Yes, God moves for, in, and through His ordinary people through everyday events just as powerfully as through big-name preachers and evangelists! And my editor has remarked that these real, ordinary people stories are making their books more powerful than they’ve ever been, enough so that they’re selling out and going into reprint! What a Mighty God we serve!

Oh the matchless grace, kindness, power, sovereign authority and loving goodness of our Savior Jesus and Almighty God and Holy Spirit, our triune God! Not infrequently I’m flat on my face in my spirit, and sometimes literally on the floor, in awed amazement at the work God’s entrusted to me! As the worship song goes, “Who am I that the Lord of all the Earth would care to know my name,care to feel my worth? Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star would choose to light the way for this ever-wandering heart? Not because of who I am, but because of WHO YOU Are!”

I’m nobody more gifted or special than you are; I’m just the girl God created me to be. Many of you have giftings and talents and Knowledge and abilities beyond my capacities, and ya know what”? God wants to use YOU, too, just the way HE created you, for his improbably amazing works through ordinary people, and extraordinary God who chooses to love us and live in and through us when we come to him in awareness of our sins and wrongdoing and thinking, in repentance, wanting God’s forgiveness and help, and looking for and receiving his great merciful forgiveness, cleansing, healing, and righteousness through Jesus’ death on the cross for every single soul on Earth who will come to him and his indescribable gift.

These books, found on the Living Grace website, are the hearts, lives, spritis, awe and wonder of people loved by the matchless love of God through Jesus,and I do hope you can find them share them with family and friends, and yes, send me YOUR own stories of God in your life to richly, powerfully bless and encourage other ordinary people, children of a matchless, extraordinarily loving and giving Heavenly Father God! I couldn’t have possibly orchestrated this miracle myself, BUT GOD DID!

“O the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways!” Romans 11: 13

O the Depth of Love Divine

The United Methodist Hymnal Number 627
Text: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 
Music: Carlton R. Young 
Tune: STOOKEY, Meter: 76.76.77.76


1. O the depth of love divine, 
the unfathomable grace! 
Who shall say how bread and wine 
God into us conveys! 
How the bread his flesh imparts, 
how the wine transmits his blood, 
fills his faithful people’s hearts 
with all the life of God! 

2. Let the wisest mortals show 
how we the grace receive; 
feeble elements bestow 
a power not theirs to give. 
Who explains the wondrous way, 
how through these the virtue came? 
These the virtue did convey, 
yet still remain the same. 

3. How can spirits heavenward rise, 
by earthly matter fed, 
drink herewith divine supplies 
and eat immortal bread? 
Ask the Father’s wisdom how: 
Christ who did the means ordain; 
angels round our altars bow 
to search it out, in vain. 

4. Sure and real is the grace, 
the manner be unknown; 
only meet us in thy ways 
and perfect us in one. 
Let us taste the heavenly powers, 
Lord, we ask for nothing more. 
Thine to bless,’ tis only ours 
to wonder and adore. 

No Big Deal?

No big deal, but….

As I walked into the grocery store, I noticed a man carrying a vase of flowers. I casually remarked, “Someone is going to feel happy today…” to which he answered, ”They’re for the Virgin Mary. I’m going to pray for my girlfriend. She has a tumor.”

“Oh, roger, got it! This is you, Jesus,” I thought, and immediately I asked, “Oh, may I pray for her?”

Surprised, he replied yes, then said he’d put the flowers in his car and be right back. And he did exactly that. When he returned, I began declaring Jesus’ authority over the tumor, prayed for her cleansing, and asked the Lord to shower His love on her to demonstrate His healing power.  

Am I Catholic? No, Evangelical. Did that matter or make a difference? No – not to me or to him or to Jesus! 

He beamed, hugged my shoulder, said, ”Thank you, sister,” and walked to his car.

Do I know his name, his girlfriend’s name, or how God answered that prayer? No. Do I need to? NO! All I DO know is God planned and purposed that meeting in His good timing, and for sure it blessed that young man and told him God WAS listening to the cries of his heart and cared enough to show him so. 

Who got the blessing? Both of us, or rather, by faith, ALL THREE OF US! I take absolute delight in these “chance encounters”, because God’s blessings DO flow, and He reminds me He’s with me and in me. Sooo…. Do it again and again and again, Abba God! Pour out through this empty pitcher! You lavishly shower Your love in these sweet, short moments, and graciously You bless this imperfect servant/child in the pouring! Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Holy Spirit! Thank you, good, kind, gracious, powerful, Almighty Father God! Your banner over me IS love,and this “happenstance” was a WAVE of pure JOY!

I’ve never surfed, BUT…. boy, have I ridden God’s waves of goodness! And my point in sharing this? YOU CAN, TOO!

Pull them while the roots are small and shallow ….

Pull Them While the Roots are Small and Shallow ….

They’ll soon be everywhere and deep if I don’t pull them up now!

Boy, here in the hard desert soil, you learn early to go out and pull the weeds while they’re small, their roots are easy to extract, and best of all, when the ground is wet. After our rain yesterday, I scoured the yard for weed-lings, and again today, easily prying them up with a sturdy twig.  Oh, I heard You, Lord: before the roots of ungodliness, sin, offense and bitterness take deep root in your life, pull them up! They may LOOK like a genuine plant, and even their tiny flowers may seem pretty, but do you want to be pulling weeds all over the yard or using a jackhammer to pull those deep roots from hardened soil? 

Boy, I see where I missed the weedlings growing in the life of one I loved, and now I wish I’d had the courage to point them out gently, speaking the truth in love, confident that God would give me grace to say ”No, that feels like fun to you, but it has eternal consequences you won’t think are fun or happy one day!” Grace AND  Godly Truth, mercy AND  genuine Righteousness. Other people may tell them/you/me, ”Oh, that’s not so bad.  Everybody does that sometimes,” but that is NOT what Jesus o0r God’s Holy Spirit said about sin to Cain after he murdered his brother Abel: 

 “Why are you angry,” said the LORD to Cain, “and why has your countenance fallen? If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you refuse to do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; you are its object of desire, but you must master it. Genesis 4: 6-7

Jesus answered them, “Most assuredly I say to you, whoever commits sin is a slave of sin.” John 8: 4

If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away; it is better for you to lose one of your members than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away; it is better for you to lose one of your members than for your whole body to go into hell. Matthew 5: 29-30 

I’ve repented for not having the courage and the confidence in God to shield and care for me to confront that one in God’s Truth in love. He might have rejected me angrily anyway, but God forgive me for not trusting you to protect me and not having the courage to confront one sliding down the slippery slope to eternal destruction! Here’s where my gift of mercy – what I see so prominent in the American church today – tried to outrank God’s HOLINESS, and now I realize too late that unsanctified mercy is capitulation and  letting that “weed” of cultural compromise root grow and grow and grow deeper in someone else. That’s not love: that’s fear of man, and LORD, how I repent! 

The fear of man lays a snare,but whoever trusts in the Lord is safe.Many seek the face of a ruler,
but it is from the Lord that a man gets justice. Proverbs 29: 25-26 ESV

A “… BU12:18 PM…” to pray: Lord God, I goofed. I sinned in fearing that person more than I trusted YOU. So Lord God Almighty, my Protector, and frankly, the One who has mercifully brought me blessings after I repented in tears, help me to fear YOU ALONE, and please now send God-fearing Harvest Workers ________ WILL listen to and respect into that other person’s (________________’s) life with uncompromising God-honoring Truth to confront _______________  with God’s HOLY Word and Truth in love, to bring the repentance God desires from___________ and everyone, for truly … with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward younot wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance. 2 Peter 3: 8-9 NIV  In Jesus’ Name, by God’s Holy Spirit, for God’s Victory, Glory, Praise, Honor, and Pleasure, amen! 

Clean Slate Club

Showing my age with a  magic slate ….
Yes, it WAS fun to draw on these!

Back in the “dark ages” before iPads and digital toys, my parents used to keep my brother and me occupied and out of trouble on long car rides with a magic slate for each of us. For those too young to know, these cardboard toys had a black wax area, covered by a translucent plastic screen. When you drew with the wooden stylus on the screen, against the wax backing, black lines appeared. To erase when you were done, or if you made a mistake, you lifted the screen,and voila, the picture disappeared!

I thought of a magic slate when I awoke this morning, and I began to realize a spiritual principle. We “draw” the story of our lives, and yes, every single one of us makes mistakes along the way. God’s great grace given to us through Jesus’ sacrificial death on the cross means we get to “lift the screen” and start fresh, IF and AS we come to Him in genuine repentance, sorry for the mistake we made, the feelings we hurt, the wrong we did, confessing and coming to Jesus for HIS cleansing.

Back in the days of magic slates, all too soon we learned that as we drew, the stylus made a line in the wax backing. Lots of drawing meant lots of gouges in the wax. Eventually all those gouges began to impact your drawing, as the stylus ran over indentation after indentation. The screen may have erased your drawing, but the wax held the image, goofs and all.

Hmmm…. I suspect – no, I KNOW – our minds/memories/spirits are something like the wax backing: we remember all too well the mistakes we’ve made. In one way that’s good, if it teaches us not to repeat the mistake. In another way it’s bad, because the enemy of our mind/heart/spirit LOVES to keep reminding us of our mistakes (lets’call it for what it is: SIN) and pointing out that our “back story” is still very much influencing our life today.

Boy, Abba Father God, You have Your work cut out in reminding us of YOUR Truth: For this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, declares the Lord:
I will put my laws into their minds,
    and write them on their hearts,
and I will be their God,
    and they shall be my people.
11 And they shall not teach, each one his neighbor
    and each one his brother, saying, ‘Know the Lord,’
for they shall all know me,
    from the least of them to the greatest.
12 For I will be merciful toward their iniquities,
    and I will remember their sins no more.” Hebrews 8: 10-12 ESV

As far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us. Psalm 103 12 ESV

And no longer shall each one teach his neighbor and each his brother, saying, ‘Know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, declares the Lord. For I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more.” Jeremiah 31: 34 ESV

I realized this morning that God doesn’t just “lift our screen” when He forgives our sins: he warms up the wax backing and melts out all of those “grooves” we’ve cut, making our “backing” completely new!And if GOD ALMIGHTY, OLAM EL, EVERLASTING GOD, CREATOR, HOLY RIGHTEOUS ONE, YAHWEH ADONAI doesn’t remember my sins, then why should I listen to that lousy lying accuser of the brethren who wants to keep me focusing on the grooves I cut??!! WHO is the true authority in my life when I’ve come to God through Jesus, the ONE who tells me who I am, the ONE in whom I have my true identity? THE ONE WHO TELLS ME HE’S REMOVED MY SINS AND REMEMBERS THEM NO MORE! But when Christ appeared as a high priest of the good things that have come, then through the greater and more perfect tent (not made with hands, that is, not of this creation) he entered once for all into the holy places, not by means of the blood of goats and calves but by means of his own blood, thus securing an eternal redemption. For if the blood of goats and bulls, and the sprinkling of defiled persons with the ashes of a heifer, sanctify[b for the purification of the flesh, how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our[c]conscience from dead works to serve the living God. Hebrews 9: 11-14 ESV This is the message we have heard from him and proclaim to you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.  If we say we have fellowship with him while we walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth. But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.  If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.  If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.  1 John 1: 5-9 ESV

So SHUT UP, DEVIL! I am who GOD says I am:

So put away all malice and all deceit and hypocrisy and envy and all slander. Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation—  if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good. As you come to him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious,  you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. For it stands in Scripture:

“Behold, I am laying in Zion a stone,
    a cornerstone chosen and precious,
and whoever believes in him will not be put to shame.” So the honor is for you who believe, but for those who do not believe,

“The stone that the builders rejected
    has become the cornerstone,” and

“A stone of stumbling,
    and a rock of offense.”

They stumble because they disobey the word, as they were destined to do. But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.  Once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy. 1 Peter 2: 1-10 ESV

Hear it again: YOU ARE a chosen racea royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light. 1Peter 2: 9

So, my friend, when Jesus is your Lord and Savior, when you come to him acknowledging you’ve sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God and the Word of God, when you say, “God, yes, I blew it,” and receive the atoning sacrifice Jesus made for you, yes YOU, on the cross ages before you were even created, God Almighty says “What sin?” when you come to him with the accuser’s lies or your own conscience accusing you. Believe GOD, NOT the father of lies, – GOD,who not only lifts the screen but makes new the wax underneath! Jesus says yes, YOU belong to the Clean Slate Club!

A “… BUT…” TO PRAY: OH, loving Father GOD, how often I listen to the wrong voice,to the father of lies who keeps running me over the sinful “grooves” I cut in my life, or worse yet, hiding them from me with a “that’s not so bad …. just lift the screen… no one cares …. everybody does that …. ” so I don’t even realize they’re there. BUT you don’t say those evil, twisted things to me. YOU want me and You tell me I stand clean before you because of my repentance and the Blood of Jesus, and yes, it takes both, so I’m choosing today to say NO to the lies and YES to Your Truth about me: God sees me as chosen, his, clean, beloved, ___________________________________________________ I’m believing God! In Jesus’ Name, amen!