Connecting Columbia Union Seventh-day Adventists
- Year of the Bible
Because we are in a war against the devil, we need to be “armed to the teeth.” The Bible is our weapons store, our armory where we may arm ourselves for the struggle.
I had three small children living in Texas. There was no food, no job, no money and no husband. I had one cup of rice and one cup of beans, and, like the widow in the Bible, I was going to make that meal and then try to figure it out from there. She had made up her mind to die; I wasn’t quite there yet, but I was very discouraged.
In the movie The Sound of Music, Maria sings “My Favorite Things” to the von Trapp children to comfort them during a thunderstorm. She tells them that whenever she’s scared or upset, she simply sings about things that bring her comfort and joy. I figure if she can sing about “raindrops on roses,” then I should be able to use Scripture to do the same thing.
I recall reading John 15, seeing God “prune” areas in my life that did not fit His plan and fulfilling a plan He had already laid out perfectly for me. Allowing the Vinedresser to prune desires that were against His plan helped me to see how much more potential I had when I placed Him at the forefront.
I love this text, mostly because it is a simple proclamation of the gospel. But also because it sets the record straight in regard to the lies the serpent told in the Garden of Eden. Many people are still being convinced that God’s Word is not reliable, that God uses obedience to keep good things from his people and that we do not already have everything we need to reflect the image of God.
Throughout my life, this verse has always reminded me that God is in control. There are times when I wonder why things happen the way they do or if something in my life is the right thing for me. However, each time these doubts fill my mind, I remember that God puts everything in my life for a purpose.
As followers of Jesus, we are to be kind to everyone, even if we don’t feel like it, and even if the person is not nice or is different than us.
From all accounts earlier in the week, the church service promised to be a real blessing. My husband and sons were ready to go, and all I needed was my pocketbook. A quick look inside revealed that my wallet was not in its usual place. I tried not to panic and began to search all the likely places I might have left it.
I found myself at Psalms 118 and read it once, twice, three times; first in my head, and then aloud. The words were everything I needed at that moment. The psalm promised that God is there in my moments of distress, that He hears me when I feel overwhelmed and helpless and that He is my strength.
Why do we need peace? Better yet, why do we need God’s peace, and how is God’s peace better than the world’s? God gives us a kind of peace that the world cannot give. A kind of peace that takes away fear. One that is stronger than the world itself.