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My dad once said with a big smile, “I want to show you my butter bean vines,”  so we walked to his garden. This particular year, he had planted running bean vines that grew on a wire fence he had constructed. This way he could pick his butter beans standing up. I wish he would have thought about standing up vines when I was living at home. We picked butter beans that grew on plants very low to the ground. It was hard work. Anyway…..

“Have you ever seen more beautiful bean vines?” he asked me. My answer was a definite, “No.” We stood there and looked at the greenest, thickest, healthiest looking butter bean vines I had ever seen.  Sensing his pride, I bragged and told him that I was so impressed, that never in my life had I ever seen such beautiful butter bean vines.  Then he asked, “Do you see anything wrong with these vines?” “No sir!” I said.  He said, “Look closer.” I was puzzled and not sure what I was supposed to be seeing, so I asked, “Is there something wrong with these vines?” He wouldn’t tell me at first; he wanted me to see, but eventually he said, “These are the most beautiful butter bean vines I have ever grown, but look, there are no beans.  There aren’t even any blooms.  I’ve grown the most beautiful butter bean vines I’ve ever grown, and they are useless because there are no beans, no fruit.  I’ll just have to wait for them to die and then burn them”.

My dad passed away this past March. Just a few days ago I was cutting grass for my mother, I rode past that spot and remembered that conversation with my Dad. I also remembered the words of Jesus in John 15, “I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit He takes away;”

My dad’s butter bean vine reminded me that looks don’t matter.  It doesn’t matter how beautiful we seem to be, how good, how Holy.

The answer: spend less time worrying about how you look on the outside and pleasing men and more time developing the inside and your relationship with God so that you will produce fruit and please Him.

 

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Every year during the month of January many in Christian churches spend time fasting as a first fruits offering, a way to give God the first of the new years. The church where I serve has done this for many years. I thought I would share with you two, only two important points about fasting, points that will help you.

One: It’s not supposed to be hard. Our bodies need food and when we don’t give it to them they rebel with hunger pangs, dizziness and other negative side effects. In addition to the need to have food for health and survival we Americans are accustomed to eating, eating a lot and eating a variety. Our social lives surround food. We sit at the lunch table talking about what we will eat for supper. It’s harder in our culture because food plays a bigger roll here than in many places.

Two: It’s not for your glory. If you’re drawing attention to the fact that you are fasting then you have your reward. Your reward being that other people know you’re fasting and possibly admire you or feel sorry for you. J

esus is recorded in the book of Matthew chapter six saying, “When you fast, do not look somber as the hypocrites do, for they disfigure their faces to show others they are fasting. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that it will not be obvious to others that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.

We fast for the Glory of God. Read Isaiah chapter fifty-eight and see the results of fasting. Here is the list.

  • To loose the chains of injustice.
  • To untie the chords of the yoke.
  • To set the oppressed free.
  • To break every yoke.
  • To give food to the hungry
  • To clothe the naked.
  • Your light will break forth.
  • Your healing will appear.
  • You will call and the Lord will answer.

Wow. That’s pretty impressive but there is no way a man can get or take glory for those results. The glory goes to God. If your fasting for attention or for your glory, STOP and go get something to eat. You’re wasting your time. That’s it! I believe in fasting and I believe that it brings great results in our lives. Blessings on you.

Below are links to good books on fasting.

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It’s 10:50 in the morning. I’m sitting in a booth at the local McDonalds. I’ve been here since about 9:00.  My seat is next to a window. I can see the traffic going by and the sun is pouring in.  Some days this McDonalds is my office. Why McDonalds? Because my community doesn’t have a coffee shop with deep arm chairs and low light. That would be nice.

A very precious lady from my church came by about an hour ago and expressed to me that she knew I was having a hard time getting anything done with all these people around me. It’s quite the opposite.  I don’t do it often but it seems that I can get more done in McDonalds that in the supposed sanctity of my office.  There my desk is populated with notes, invoices, clutter and more. Things that distract me and draw my attention away from what I need to be doing.  Here at McDonalds the only thing on my desk are a salt and pepper shaker, my phone, my coffee and of course my computer.

I think the employees here think I’m homeless.  Or maybe the owners of this establishment might want to charge me rent for this space. Or, I might get the gossip lovers fired up. I can hear it now. One gossiper is talking to another fan of gossip saying something like, “I’ve been by McDonalds several times this morning and that preacher’s truck has been sitting there all morning. Surely we’re not paying him to hang out at the coffee shop.” Please excuse my limited grasp at humor.  I don’t have any people in my church that are like that (wink).

The truth of the matter is I’ve had a quite productive morning.  Life is full of distractions. Sometime escape is discovered in the  most unlikely place.

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India – Part V

Jeff Scurlock —  April 6, 2014 — Leave a comment

 

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Please Read Parts 1 – 4 First

Boarding an Air India 747 was quite an experience.  Smoking was allowed on these flights so we made sure to purchase seats in the non-smoking area.  Three things stand out in my memory about boarding the aircraft. The sights; mostly Indian people who seemed to be right at home on this airplane. The sounds; chatter in the Hindi language, some english and The smell: not to be disrespectful but one thing I’ve learned about Indian people is that they love to cook with strong smelling spices and the aroma of those spices stay with them, on their breath, in their clothes.

We found our seats just three rows from the very back of the aircraft. I would be in seat A which was by a window. Felicia was in B the middle seat and in the isle seat was a young Indian who was a student at New York University. His name was Naresh.

It was late and our decent would be into the dark skies over the Atlantic ocean. I couldn’t help but think about the TWA flight that had gone down over these same waters at about this same time of night. I was still a bit nervous about flying and to make it worse I was on an Air Indian flight, leaving New York in the dark for a thirteen hour flight over the Atlantic Ocean.  I knew the flight would go by fast because I was exhausted and ready for some sleep.

Something wasn’t right. I could smell cigarette smoke. I looked around the cabin and there were several passengers who lit up as soon as the no smoking light was extinguished.  This can’t be right because we purchased seats in the non smoking area.  I was not very happy when I discovered that not only were we in the smoking area but we were in the rear of the aircraft, the place where passengers from non-smoking came to smoke.

My eyes searched the cabin as far as I could see. Looking for empty seats. Somewhere Felicia and I could move to escape the stifling smoke that had already formed a  thick cloud.  No luck. This 747 is packed. I didn’t see an empty seat anywhere.  I asked the flight attendant who was not compassionate about our situation. “There are no other seats,” she said.

This flight would be long.  Thirteen hours to London with a short layover.  Ten hours from London to Bombay (now Mumbai) with a short lay over.  Two and a half hours from Bombay to Bangalore for a total  time including flying from Pensacola to JFK with layovers  of nearly fifty hours.  The seat was tight the smoke was thick and there was a long way to go. Felicia and I agreed the best thing to do was try and relax and get some sleep.

India – Part IV

Jeff Scurlock —  March 30, 2014 — Leave a comment

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I looked at Felicia and she looked a bit concerned too but as I looked around the cabin no one else seemed to notice the popping noise at all.  There was a gentleman across the isle from me, dressed in a suit and tie. He was reading the sports page of the Pensacola News Journal. He never looked away from his paper.  Apparently Felicia and I were the only ones who seemed to be concerned.  I felt pretty stupid when it dawned on me that the sound I was hearing was the landing gear.  We were approaching the Atlanta airport. The aircraft sped up and then slowed again. Faster, then slower as the pilot lined up for a landing. Moments later we were taxing to our gate.

Looking out the window it was much different than Pensacola. At the Pensacola airport there were only four aircraft parked at the one concourse. In Atlanta there were hundreds parked at many concourses.

We didn’t have to change concourses in Atlanta and there was about an hour in between arriving and leaving for New York’s JFK Airport.  Felicia and I found a snack bar and had a diet coke. It was all new to us. We were tired but excited.

Our flight from Atlanta to New York followed the East Coast.  It took two hours but it seemed like moments and we were landing at JFK.  We were in New York City. Well at least at a New York Airport. I must admit to you that I never saw even the skyline of Manhattan but it was still New York.

It wasn’t even lunch time yet and we were in for a long wait for our nine o’clock flight. To make things harder we had to keep up with our four large suitcases and our carry on bags during the wait.  With the load there was no need to try and leave the airport so we found seats in our departure concourse and waited.  I don’t remember much about that time except it was long.  We had a nine hour wait which would be followed by nearly thirty hours of flying and layovers before landing in Bangalore.  I do remember having my first Nathan’s New York Hotdog for lunch. It was pretty good.

After a long wait the Air India ticket counter finally opened. It was so nice to finally get rid of those four large bags for a while.

Arvind had given me the dress code for preaching in India. “Suits! All Suits!”  he said.   I’m not sure that was the custom as much as that’s how Arvind wanted me to dress.  Having never flow commercial and having heard horror stories about lost luggage I prepared for the worst.  Most of my clothes, including all of my suits and a pair of dress shoes were framed into a roll up garment bag that I was using as carry on luggage.  If our luggage was lost I’d still have suits.

Just a little over a decade before our trip an Air India 747 went down in the Atlantic ocean because of a bomb detonation at 31,000 feet. Not long before our trip TWA Flight 800 went down just off the coast of New York because of an explosion.   The security at the gate of our flight was extremely tense and thorough.  Every cary on bag was being searched.  I didn’t know this was going to be the case or I wound not have so overpacked my roll up garment bag.  When  the poor lady unzipped it, Well lets just say, we had a mess on our hands.  It took me a while to get everything back in place and force the zippers but it was done and we waited in a large waiting room to board.

We were already lonely.  At least ninety percent of those waiting with us were of some eastern decent.  They all appeared to be Indian.  We hadn’t left New York yet but we were already in India.  It sure would have been nice to have had Arvind with us.  Even the promise of an American missionary waiting in Bangalore would have brought some level of comfort.  We were about to fly over eight thousand miles to a foreign country where there would be no familiar faces.  It doesn’t seem like such a big deal now but it was then.  We were leaving the country for the first time in our lives, alone.

 

India – Part I

Jeff Scurlock —  March 24, 2014 — Leave a comment

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It was the late 90’s. We were serving a church in North West Florida as their pastor.  It was a church of less than 200 people in a small community near Pensacola. The salary was modest.  We had three small children, a dog and one car.

Felicia and I had never even flown on a commercial flight much less left the country.  We were pretty much home bodies, so when our Indian friend Arvind suggested that we should go to India with him to preach the gospel we didn’t really take it seriously.

Some time passed by, we were hosting Arvind and Susan in our home, he was cooking Indian food, helping Adam with his math and chasing our little girls around the house to the sound of squeals in a game of hide and seek.  Our children loved Arvind.  The food was awesome and they loved the way he loved to play.  In a moment of stillness he looked into my eyes and said with his perfect English but with a heavy Indian accent,  “pastor Scurlock you and Felicia should go to India with me to preach.”

“Ok,” I said and he smiled.  While the smile was still large and his eyes sparkled with happiness I’m already having a personal conversation with myself inwardly.   “Jeffrey! What are you thinking? India?”

I was certainly no missionary. As a matter of fact I entered the ministry with the hope and expectation that God would never call me to a foreign country.” I encouraged my church to give to support missionaries, we gave to all kinds of missions endeavors and the monkey was off my back,. I thought.

Arvind immediately began putting the wheels in motion for our trip.  Before I could say “now wait a minute and slow down,” the date was set.  A few days later the phone rang and when I said hello I was greeted with Arvind’s usual telephone greeting,  “Praise the Lord pastor Scurlock.”  Then he pushed us another step closer to India with,  “I have reserved your airline tickets and I need $3000 to pay for them.”

“I don’t have three thousand dollars right now.”

“Pastor Scurlock, God will provide.”

I knew God was a miracle worker but three thousand dollars to me might as well been three hundred thousand.  I agreed with Arvind vocally, “Amen, God will provide,” but I had major doubts. After all I am human and three thousand dollars to fly to India seemed a little extravagant for me.

My congregation knew I was planning a trip to India. What they didn’t know is how little faith I had that it would ever actually happen.

A couple of days later it was Sunday.  Sunday’s are stressful for most pastors. I’m one of those. I’ve often said that my least favorite time of the week is Sunday morning before service begins.  Most Sunday mornings were spent dealing with the anticipation of what the day would bring, some stress usually accompanied by an upset stomach and coffee with men from the church.  The morning rocked along, pretty much normal.  The morning service must not have been anything special because I have absolutely no memory of it.  What I do remember is Betty walking to greet me at the pulpit when the service ended.  She was a middle-aged widow. Her husband had been killed a couple of years earlier in an accident.  She lived a simple life, a small home and old car, a couple of dogs on her front porch and her kids, mostly grown by now. “God told me to help you with your trip to India,” she said while reaching out to me with a folded check in her hand.  I immediately began having one of those personal conversations in my head.  As I’m reaching out to receive the check the conversation in my head goes something like this. “She’s a widow lady! What could she do? I know Betty doesn’t have much so Jeffrey don’t let your expectations of what that check amount is exceed common sense because you might be setting your self up for disappointment.”   As the conversation in my head continued I reasoned in myself that Betty could probably donate a hundred dollars and that would be extravagant for her.

Now with the check in my hand I embrace Betty to say think you and then she walks away.  I didn’t want to seem to eager so I waited until she had exited the building.

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Note: As the readership of this site increases  I like to perodically repost articles that received a lot of attention. This is one of them. The subject of Christians and alcohol use is a hot button, especially in my part of the country. 

I’ve given a lot of thought recently about the subject of Christians and alcohol. And I want to share with you my personal conclusions. This is in no way an exhaustive paper on alcohol. It’s a brief description of how I feel.

First of all you need to know my culture and my heritage. My Spiritual heritage is this. I am a third generation Pentecostal Christian. I understand chances are that many who read or hear the title Pentecostal immediately envision snake handlers, miracle spring water and someone rolling on the floor in church.  That does not describe my heritage. As a matter of fact it grieves me that most crazy, weird, money grubbing false teachers identify themselves with Pentecostal circles.

I did grow up in an environment where Christianity and alcohol did not mix. My culture is the Bible belt. I grew up and continue to live and pastor in south Alabama, which many refer to as the buckle of the Bible belt.  In my culture growing up Alcohol was considered evil, a tool of the devil.  I was taught that if you drank that you were living in sin and losing out with God.

In my years as a pastor I have grown in my relationship with God and have a much greater understanding of the grace of God that I had growing up.

Where in my past the subject of alcohol was a subject of heaven or hell I now understand grace and know that this subject is not a heaven or hell discussion.

I recently preached a message in my church on this subject and the line of thought in this blog follows closely what I said in that message.

I am not a holier than thou preacher and this message is not meant to be judgmental or condemning.  It is not my desire to run people who drink away from my church. Our church is for everyone. None of us are perfect and all of us are still trying to grow.

The question might be posed, if your going to deal with a subject why not one that the Bible is clear on like gluttony, gossip, backbiting and sexual sins, all of which the Bible clearly deals with?  Those are all subjects that preachers need to address but this blog is on the subject of alcohol.  Note: IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN A CHURCH FULL OF GOSSIPERS OR A CHURCH FULL OF DRINKERS I’D TAKET THE DRINKERS EVERY TIME.

After giving this subject much thought, reading, praying, etc., it is my personal opinion that alcohol has become an extremely negative force in our society.  In my experience as a pastor every time I’ve been told of the sexual molestation of a child, alcohol was involved. I’ve counseled with females through the years who have become pregnant outside of the bonds of marriage and most of the time they blame alcohol.   Alcohol in itself is not evil. What people do under the influence of alcohol most of the time is.

According to a government web site (nrd.nhtsa.dot.gov) over 100,000 deaths a year can be blamed on alcohol. How?

  • 5% of all deaths from diseases of the circulatory system are attributed to alcohol.
  • 15% of all deaths from diseases of the respiratory system are attributed to alcohol.
  • 30% of all deaths from accidents caused by fire and flames are attributed to alcohol.
  • 30% of all accidental drowning’s are attributed to alcohol.
  • 30% of all suicides are attributed to alcohol.
  • 40% of all deaths due to accidental falls are attributed to alcohol.
  • 45% of all deaths in automobile accidents are attributed to alcohol.
  • 60% of all homicides are attributed to alcohol.
  • About 5,000 teens die every year due to teen alcohol use.

When it comes to alcohol use the readers of this blog have a variety of experiences as to the use of alcohol.

  • Some of you have never tasted an alcoholic drink in your life.
  • Some were taught to not drink alcohol. You did. You went through what you would call a rebellious stage, did your drinking for a season of life and then stopped.
  • Some of you were raised in homes where alcohol was abused and it caused you to either become an alcohol user yourself or to run from it and call it evil.
  • Some of you were raised in homes where moderate drinking was part of life.

I understand that for some this is a cultural issue. I also understand that in some cultures of the world that alcohol is as much a part of life that in my world drinking a glass of iced tea is.

For me the subject of alcohol is not one of sin, heaven or hell. It is a subject of what my lifestyle says about my relationship to God.  What does that person who may be on the fence with God think if they saw me drinking or heard me say that I do drink? In my culture even those who do not claim to be Christians frown on Christians who drink. Does that mean that I have to let non-believers dictate how I live my life? No!  However I should be concerned how my lifestyle affects those who are new in faith or those who are considering making faith in Christ their life.

If you, as a believer drink alcohol I am in no way saying that you are a sinner, calling you a hypocrite or trying to judge you. Your decision to have alcohol in your life is between you and God.  As a pastor I have told my congregation that I wished they wouldn’t drink alcohol. I have also told my leaders that I expect a higher standard and that leaders at our church were not to be drinkers. If they have been drinking they are to stop with no questions asked.

Why do Christians want to drink anyway? Is it the taste? Is it an attempt to be socially accepted? Maybe it’s because they are an alcoholic and don’t even know it. Maybe it’s because they like getting even a small buzz. It could be the need to feel just a little bit naughty. I don’t know.

Question: WAS THE WINE MENTIONED IN THE BIBLE FERMENTED OR JUST GRAPE JUICE?  After much research I believe that the wine in the Bible was in fact fermented wine.  When Jesus turned the water into wine, it was wine.  I have learned that it is believed by many scholars that in Jesus’ day that wine was diluted with water but I’m not going to try to make that my case.

Wine was wine. Yes it was fermented. Why then do I have a problem with Christians and wine? It is absolutely because alcohol plays a completely different role in our culture than it did in Bible times and like music I believe that satan has taken something innocent and perverted it for his uses.

Question: ARE THERE ANY SCRIPTURES THAT SPECIFICALLY METION ALCOHOL THAT LEAD US TO BELIEVE THAT DRINKING ALCOHOL IS A SIN?

NO! For those of you who were raised like me I hate to tell you this but I cannot find one scripture that specifically says that drinking alcohol is a sin.  The Bible does mention being drunk. There are several scriptures that tell us not to be drunk.

Question: Jeff, in light of your answers to the previous two questions do you believe that Christians should abstain from the use of alcohol?

YES!  WHY? Culture and the possibility that one drink could lead to destruction and your Christian witness.

Proverbs 14:12 There is a way that seems right to a man, but it’s end is the way of death.

Every person who gets drunk starts with one drink.

  • Every person who becomes an alcoholic begins with one drink.
  • Every person who killed other people in an auto accident because they were drunk began with one drink.
  • Conservative estimates of sexual assault (molestion to rape) prevalence suggest that at least 25 percent of American women have experienced sexual assault, including rape. Approximately one-half of those cases involve alcohol consumption by the perpetrator, victim, or both. Alcohol contributes to sexual assault through multiple pathways, often exacerbating existing risk factors.
  • According to the National institute of health the consumption of 1 Liter of alcohol per year raises the chances of divorce by 20%.

In closing I want to share with you 1 Corinthians 8 from the Message. As you read it I ask that you read it in light of today’s culture and with alcohol in mind.

1-3The question keeps coming up regarding meat that has been offered up to an idol: Should you attend meals where such meat is served, or not? We sometimes tend to think we know all we need to know to answer these kinds of questions—but sometimes our humble hearts can help us more than our proud minds. We never really know enough until we recognize that God alone knows it all.

4-6Some people say, quite rightly, that idols have no actual existence, that there’s nothing to them, that there is no God other than our one God, that no matter how many of these so-called gods are named and worshiped they still don’t add up to anything but a tall story. They say—again, quite rightly—that there is only one God the Father, that everything comes from him, and that he wants us to live for him. Also, they say that there is only one Master—Jesus the Messiah—and that everything is for his sake, including us. Yes. It’s true.

7In strict logic, then, nothing happened to the meat when it was offered up to an idol. It’s just like any other meat. I know that, and you know that. But knowing isn’t everything. If it becomes everything, some people end up as know-it-alls who treat others as know-nothings. Real knowledge isn’t that insensitive.

We need to be sensitive to the fact that we’re not all at the same level of understanding in this. Some of you have spent your entire lives eating “idol meat,” and are sure that there’s something bad in the meat that then becomes something bad inside of you. An imagination and conscience shaped under those conditions isn’t going to change overnight.

8-9But fortunately God doesn’t grade us on our diet. We’re neither commended when we clean our plate nor reprimanded when we just can’t stomach it. But God does care when you use your freedom carelessly in a way that leads a fellow believer still vulnerable to those old associations to be thrown off track.

10For instance, say you flaunt your freedom by going to a banquet thrown in honor of idols, where the main course is meat sacrificed to idols. Isn’t there great danger if someone still struggling over this issue, someone who looks up to you as knowledgeable and mature, sees you go into that banquet? The danger is that he will become terribly confused—maybe even to the point of getting mixed up himself in what his conscience tells him is wrong.

11-13Christ gave up his life for that person. Wouldn’t you at least be willing to give up going to dinner for him—because, as you say, it doesn’t really make any difference? But it does make a difference if you hurt your friend terribly, risking his eternal ruin! When you hurt your friend, you hurt Christ. A free meal here and there isn’t worth it at the cost of even one of these “weak ones.” So, never go to these idol-tainted meals if there’s any chance it will trip up one of your brothers or sisters.

I’m interested to know what your feedback is. Good or bad! Love yall, Jeff!

 

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At the church where I serve as lead pastor we are in our annual stewardship emphasis time.  For the fourth year in a row we’re watching the video series The Blessed Life by pastor Robert Morris of Gateway Church in Southlake Texas. It’s an awesome series and now in our fourth year as become part of our church.

This past week I heard Robert say something that had not previously jumped out at me when talking about putting God first. He said and this is most likely not an exact quote, “God is perfect and cannot accept second best.” That statement hit me like a ton of bricks.

In this post I’m not going to debate the correctness of the statement. The point I want to make is wrapped in a question.  Why wouldn’t we want to give God our best? He gave us His best.

The subject in the videos is tithing. I believe in tithing and that any Christian who has been taught tithing and still refuses to do so is rebelling against the Word of God. I know it’s a strong statement but I believe it.  The Bible says that if we don’t tithe that we’re robbing God.  As Morris points out tithing pre-dates the law and is also found in New Testament scripture. As far as I’m concerned there is no room for any debate so I’m not interested in debating it with you.  When you put God first you do so with your finances too.

The statement, “God can’t accept second best” also hit me in other areas.  I had to ask myself a lot of questions and continue to do so. Why? Because I want God to have my best in every area of life. I’ve begun to ask questions such as.

  • Do I give God my best in my daily behavior?
  • Do I give God my best in how I keep my home?
  • Do I give God my best in how I participate in a worship time at church?
  • Do I give God my best in my church attendance?
  • Do I give God my best when I prepare to teach a class or preach a sermon?
  • Do I give God my best in how I relate to my wife?
  • Do I give God my best in how I raise my children?
  • Do I give God my best in how I treat other people?
  • Do I give God my best in how I dress?
  • Do I give God my best in the tidiness of my vehicle?
  • Do I give God my best…………..

Do you get the point. I just typed the question in no particular order as they came to me and could have kept going.  Do I as a mature believer, follower of Christ seek every day to give Him my best?  I should.

I will fail at times but God is a God of grace.  I should accept His grace, not beat myself up and continue to do all in my power to give Him my best.

This is not a message of works. It has nothing to do with salvation.  You can’t be good enough to be saved. This is a message of a Christian realizing that God deserves our best because He gave us salvation.

Are you giving God your best? If not will you?  Let’s all try together.

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I’ve never been able to quite grasp the hardness of life. You know, life is hard and on a purely human level I do not  understand it. I’m sure a lot of it is because I’m a spoiled westerner.

Some days I blame poor emotions and struggles on the weather. It doesn’t help when the sun is hidden behind cold gray clouds that hover over cold, drizzly dampness.  But what about the days when the sun is shinning, the air is crisp and there may even be the sound of singing birds? What’s up with that? Why can’t those days always be upbeat and happy?

The human emotions are a puzzle. I’m no doctor and have no scientific knowledge of the interworking of the human brain.  I’ve heard words like hormones, depression, happy, sad, joy, joyless, etc., etc.,.

I love those days when everything seems right, those days when the body feels strong, energetic, rested and ready.  I love it when I feel the emotion of happiness and peacefulness.

As a follower of Christ I find myself hanging onto His Words.  Things like “in this world you will have tribulation but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”  For me that means that everything that wages war against my emotions and my physical well being has already be taken care of.  Yes I have to deal with the heat of the battle. Jesus said that I would have tribulation.  I have to deal with the swinging of my emotions but I also hang on to those words, “I have overcome the world.”

As a child of God I’m an overcomer. It matters not what my emotions say. I’m an overcomer. My responsibility is to remind myself of that. To wage a war of positive faith on those things that try to drag me down.

Proverbs says that “the power of life and death is in the tongue and that they that love it will eat it’s fruit.”  What does that mean? It means that I’ve got to push through the negative emotions and crazy hormones to speak faith into my life.  When my emotions say gloom and despair my mouth needs to say joy and hope. When my emotions say defeat my mouth needs to say victory.  When my emotions say death my mouth needs to say life.  Don’t forget that as a believer that when you speak positive things in life it’s not some new age, mind over matter babble.  It’s the mouth of a believer speaking what their God says. Putting faith in Him not our words.

If your struggling today with depression, hormones out of whack, down in the dumps, discouragement etc..  Hang in there.  If you need the help of a physician, get it.  Have a relationship with Jesus, read His Word, speak His Word.  Remember, as a believer, your already an overcomer. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself of that.

 

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