Some Bible thots

Taken from 1 Samuel 23-26, today, a bit of application.

This passage displays a vivid picture of the character of King David as he forgoes twice a chance to kill his enemy. We also see his human weakness. During the unfolding of this tale that switches back and forth during the time David fled from Saul, we see the challenge of a man full of desire to please the Lord but also a prisoner of his own fury and folly.

I find it especially interesting that a woman, namely Abigail, was able to persuade David away from his rash folly back to the sterling character God saw in him years earlier while tending sheep. In a fury David sought to kill Nabal. Abigail interceded. Her motive was not so much to preserve the life of her ignorant husband as it was to preserve the reputation of a King.

Each Man of God tending today’s sheep, namely the Bride of Christ, who strive for sterling character and Christ-like behavior, can take a lesson from the wisdom of Abigail who risked all to protect the reputation of David. It is very important that every Man of God rely on the wisdom of the woman God has chosen for him.

None of us are perfect, yet, together, a man and his help-meet can do exploits and maintain a close relationship and a close resemblance to the character and person of Jesus Christ. With King David as an example, a man can recognize his own folly and fury and allow that to be counter balanced by the wisdom of a humble woman. This is, to my thinking, the reason God likened marriage to his relationship with The Church. We need each other to fulfil the purpose of God in the Earth.

Therefore, let us, as good saints of the Most High, exalt him in due season and strengthen one another in our called assignments. The warriors in our midst must purify themselves through fasting and study of the word of God with humble thanksgiving and carefulness. Our ‘Abigails’ must bathe each day in prayer and consecration to hear the leading of God and follow closely his directives for the preservation of reputations and family.

God will recompense.

I have expounded on this subject in the past, infact authored a book about some of it. Today, however, the urgency of it seems more pronounced. I watch men with huge dreams and plans defeated by one hasty word or even an eye roll or cast look from the most important person in their lives, the woman.

Ladies, please recognize your power and wield it with care. Our dear men, you see, have little boys inside desperate for the approval of their mommy. Oh, they don’t know that truth of course because they are all grown up now and treasure their ‘manhood.’ Yet the wise woman will know it and will realize that deep down THEY represent that primal need for feminine approval.

Act accordingly, my dears! Build your man up with joy and admiration. God will sort out the details. Just YOU get behind him and cheer him on to the victories in his dreams. Believe in him with all your heart and make sure your face shows it, and never complain (because they always take it as a personal failure.)

When your own wisdom calls for a course correction, pray for the right time, load your donkey (your kitchen) with sumptuous fare and approach the subject with grace and the leading of God. Like King David, your man will listen and honor your wisdom especially after some good soup and a hot shower.

HOW TO BE A GOOD WIFE

The following is excerpted from a 1950’s high school home economics book. This is what girls were taught in their classes! Lets share this around the world…we need it NOW.

HOW TO BE A GOOD WIFE

Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal – on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome home.

Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so that you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little happy and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.

Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too.

Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces, comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see they playing the part.

Minimize all noise: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer, dishwasher, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him! Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him!

Some dont’s: Don’t greet him with problems and complaints. Don’t complain if he’s late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through during the day.

Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom for a few minutes. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes, or rub his feet. Speak in a low, soft soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.

Listen to him: You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.

Make the evening his: Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure; his need to be home and relax.

The goal: Try to make your home a place of peace where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.
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Good stuff, right? Oh, to go back to those days of decency when women truly MADE the home a castle.

God said to be his “helper.” That is not only our assignment, it is our ministry and our greatest gift.

Today I Answered a Question

How has life changed since you were a child? I started to just blab a few lines about the price of gas or the degradation of modern music; but the following is what emerged; and i felt it worth sharing.
Life has changed dramatically in my short time. “I walked 5 miles to school, barefoot in the snow and rain.” This phrase and ones similar to it has made its way into nearly every generation since the early 1900’s. I don’t remember my grandma saying them exactly; however, I do remember her extensive vocabulary and keen intellect. Imagine my surprise at the revelation her education advanced only to the 8th grade!

Studies prove that her generation fluently spoke over 40 thousand words in their daily vocabulary even with scanty years of formal schooling. College graduates today have an average speaking vocabulary of 10 thousand words. Things that make you go hmmmm.

Even in my experience conversing with teens this year i have seen a marked decline in their ability to verbally express their thoughts clearly and at an acceptable speed.

“Highly” educated youth with “straight A” averages seem unable to put two or three cohesive sentences together out loud. Time slumped over devices has actually robbed our future of literate and meaningful expression. Such a tragedy.

In my remembered teen years, we had classes in Debate. We were taught to research topics and prepare speeches and presentations OUT LOUD! Not only that…we actually discussed current events over lunch; eye to eye, not screen to screen.

I suppose every generation sees the next as less than themselves in some regard. Our wistful sighs reflect a deep disappointment for the skills and finer aspects of life trodden under foot by time. Where are the arts? The Rembrants, the Beetovens, the crooners? Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett even Elvis himself carried the romance and resonance of the male voice crooning about love and devotion. Where is that kind of drama, pathos and depth now?

Shallow is the best adjective for life today compared to the days of my early years. We lived a happier life I think. The streets were safe and doors never locked. If there was trouble at all, it was always somewhere else…not near our home. The challenges we faced were mostly of the personal nature; our efforts to become better as we grew; and to perfect an ideal we ourselves established through our knowledge of the world in which we were placed. How would we make it better? What great cause might we take up, just to secure the freedoms we loved?

As a generation of baby boomers, we heralded the liberty so valiantly fought for by our fathers and grandfathers. We knew there was a time when war would be no more; and we determined to make that a reality. Our feelings and commitment to the cause of freedom and love of humanity ran deep. Our music reflected these lofty ideals and we sang our way into what could have been the most beautiful outcome for humanity heretofore.

Then the evil ones brought drugs into the streets. The music changed to entice the young ones to “tune in and drop out.” The dreams slowly faded and adulthood burst on the scene with a longing never realized. A very frustrated generation now ages forward with backward glances at what could have been. So, our disgust and sorrow at modern generations; wordless and shallow and complacent make us stomp our righteous feet in anger. My generation would have NEVER tolerated this face-covering, fear-mongering elite takeover of our freedoms. We would march. We would burn the masks. We would demand justice.

What’s the matter with you? Why do you COMPLY with tyranny? How can you just remain numb and asleep while your world and your future are trashed by the violent evil ones? As David said, “Is there not a cause?” Are you so enthralled with your social media posts that you do not even SEE what is happening to our nation??

Now as I sit here at my computer, longing for the deeper conversations of my past; longing for the vehement thrust and determination embodied in a march for liberty; longing for the depth and treasure of the spoken word and passionate melodies, all i can do is pray these humble words and admonitions from the heart of a baby boomer might stir a young person to put down their phone long enough to pick up a flag, a cross, a calling, a REASON to trumpet the cause for justice and the American Way.

So how is life different today than when i was growing up you ask? Look around. Would any of you 30 or 40 somethings allow your six year old daughter to ride a bus alone to the downtown streets of a big city? I did that. Would you feel safe as your children walked out the door on a Saturday to meet the neighborhood kids at a distant park and safely return by dinner? I did that. Would you pack them a lunch and send them on their way? Mom did that. Today?Hardly!

If the ‘love’ generation had been successful and the evil ones not corrupted it, perhaps you still could live free. Alas, however, that was not the result. So, when will there be a generation that says ENOUGH? When will there be a group of young heroes that stand for the good and dispel the wicked; that stomp their righteous feet and demand freedom, liberty and justice? WHEN?

If it were not for the intervention of Jesus in my personal life, my sunset years would be spent in regret and brokenness. My heart aches for the once valiant warriors, now stricken in years, living without that blessed assurance of Heaven and a personal relationship with the God of Heaven’s Armies, our Creator. I have visited with some of them, and they, indeed, are floundering in a sea of regret and frustration. I just ask God to use the days i have left to reach them and, yea, any soul that is hungry for depth, meaning and a richer vocabulary. 🙂

Fight for your freedoms people. Unite under the banner of justice and turn this ship before it crashes on the rocks of no return. Write letters, join groups, run for office…make a difference, stop wearing face diapers that only hide you from your fellow man and divide us further. Stand up for what is right and true and do not entertain the fear mongers. They are liars. Be strong and of good courage because YOUR future children are depending on you.

Warm Memories

The man I dated and married for over 40 years was a romantic! Often he would send me an email titled ‘kidnap alert.’ The email would state the time of the abduction and the items that should be packed and ready. He was a delightful human! Sometimes we would just be driving and as various exits came up along the route i would try to guess our destination. He NEVER told me. Each time he kidnapped me the surprise factor added to the romance and fun.

There were big and small adventures. I remember in the last days how he came home one afternoon and handed me a brochure of the Holy Land. Puzzled, I asked him what this was. Next he handed me the confirmation of our trip. This had been my hearts desire for as long as i could remember. Israel was MY dream, not his. He knew he was dying. He wanted to give me EVERY wish I had every had, and he knew them all.

He gave them all.

There are so very many happy adventures and ‘dates,’ it is difficult to highlight just one. But here goes. It was an email alert. Pack your best clothes, come hungry and plan to be gone for 48 hours. He gathered my excited self around 4 pm. We drove to the heart of the city, near the Seattle Center, actually. He found a delightful little B and B right at the bottom of Queen Anne hill. There were roses and sparkling cider in the room, and lovely music playing.

Around 5:30 he instructed that the pretty clothes were to be worn now, so I obliged. We had a lovely dinner in a quiet place. Then he took us back to the room and told me to put on my walking shoes. HE carried my pretty shoes in a little bag he already had prepared. We left the B and B and began to walk down the street. “Turn left” was his only instruction. We did.

Soon we came to the Opera House. I saw the marquee and caught my breath. “Romeo and Juliet” it said. He took me to a ballet of one of the most beautiful love stories of all time. “I would die for you, if necessary.” That was all he said at the intermission, and as we walked back to our nice resting place, the tears of thanksgiving rolled down my cheeks. How could I ever deserve such love? After the horrible years of my past, how did God every find this amazing man to rescue me? I will never fully know nor understand the grace of God and how he orchestrated this amazing life for me.

I just know that the years i had with Steven were the ‘very best date’ anyone could desire.

PS. The next day, i relaxed in the room while he bid a print for his next project. My man did his life (construction) and in the doing, he chose me to be his helper. What a privilege; what an honor; what a responsibility. Thank you, my love.

I miss your sawdust.