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Christianity 0ut of the Box



Remember the quote,
“If all your friends jump into a fire, are you going to follow them?”

Well, no but….

But nothing.  The world is full of experts who follow the crowd.

Maybe that explains our tainted morals. Oh. What was I thinking? We have no morals!

We have chosen to accept the praises of men rather than God.

I have a confession. You won’t find me watching any awards shows for the rich and famous. To be perfectly honest, they disgust me. While hundreds of thousands of dollars are spent to watch the “Parade on the Red Carpet” people are starving. Outrageously expensive Vera Wang’s, Jovani or Sydney’s Closet gowns are given the thumbs up or down for “Who’s who in Hollywood Chic.” PUKE. If there is anything good to come out of such a mutual admiration society it is jobs.

As a single mother I worked many years to provide for me and my daughter but I couldn’t have made it without the help of my parents.

There comes a point when you simply have to leave no matter the cost. Looking back I should have left long before I did.  Trapped, due to few jobs and the need for a paycheck I remained out of total necessity.

Lousy working conditions, difficult personnel and very little pay or raises, burnout became my daily recourse. You would think being a single parent who was obviously struggling in every way, a gesture or two of gratitude or appreciation might have made all the difference.

Not in our society.

After 12 years of resentful and jealous subordination I turned in my Letter of Resignation.

Begging and pleading for a change of heart, confessions were given with more money, better working environment and whatever would make me change my mind.  It was too late. Confirmation of my leaving was made when he asked,

“What will I do? I don’t even know how to do what you do here?”

Hiring a replacement immediately so I would have to train them because he couldn’t, I spent my last 2 weeks there filling her head with 12 years of work. She quit after 6 weeks.office_plants_sjpg199

The 2nd one lasted a little longer before she walked out.

Desperate people do desperate things when their own reputation is based upon someone else’s qualifications.

Months later an invitation arrives asking me to be the “Special Guest” at the “Red Carpet” dinner of the small town’s annual banquet handwritten by the one who lost my allegiance.

Forgiveness came when I left with no hard feelings, but I had no interest whatsoever in receiving an award and a free dinner to appease his guilt. Most likely this was brought on by all of the people he refused for me to tell prior to leaving who saw me as a “reliable fixture.”

I do not report this as any kind of recompense for my labor but in the hopes whoever did remain would be given what I never received. If you treat people poorly you will lose them.

As Christians, we should not need the affirmations and praise from men.  God makes that clear in the Bible that he is the only one that counts.

Galatians 1:10 “Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.”

Learning God’s word and trying to obey him gives those who follow him a boldness otherwise never found. During those years God taught me what that brashness meant even labeled by some as an “introvert.”

Joyce Meyers jokes about her inability to help in the nursery, or cook.  She does know that God told her

“I have given you a mouth. Now go use it.”following_Jesus

We may stand alone in our love for God, but it sure beats getting burned.


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Stained Plans-In admiration of Heather McCoy

Years ago I spent my summers working in our church conference center. Many wonderful and endearing friendships came out of those memorable seasons. And also some real jerks.

And there he was.  The man of my dreams.

Girls flocked around him.

Guys envied him.

Me? I just wanted him to notice me.

When he finally did, I knew I had met my first love. Ugh. Gag.

The next year in high school would be a very long one. Knowing that seeing him wouldn’t be until the next summer was excruciating.  UPDATE: he spoke to me one time.

The future held no other course but to once again see him from a distance.

What could be wrong? He came from a very prestigious family. Intelligent. Political minded. He spoke with clarity and as if he knew more than most. His looks sure didn’t hurt. He was perfect.

The last summer before college he was there. He had a girlfriend. She was there too.

My dream was shattered.

The first semester of college was extraordinary.

These were the days when you actually went on dates to get ice cream, or a good meal 25 miles away considering the food we ate was well, “mystery meat?”

Half way through the semester one of the college staff members invited me to a homecoming game at a nearby arch rival college.

Making a quick trip to the hot dog and coke stand but who do I run into?

Yes. He was right in front of me. And this time he really noticed.

He asked me for my phone number.

He called. We went out 5 times. Our last date he became angry over the most ridiculous and trivial matter. He dropped me off in front of my dorm and drove off. I never saw or heard from him again.

Good riddance jerk.

The pattern of always needing something to look forward to ran through my veins until one day God showed me that was no way to live.

Attempting to have a calendar of “fun” was forcibly changed.  Survival mode had set in.

Soon, the joys of looking forward to anything good became thoughts of waking up without being scolded or yelled at by a sinister husband.

That changed into thoughts of how soon and quickly can I leave him.

Once I became a single parent, even the daily hardships were so much better than what I had lived through with a possessive, controlling, compulsive liar.

10 years into the role of being everything to everyone, I yearned for peace and quiet; to be honest I wanted to run away. For most single parents, this is the life led.  Exhaustion, weariness, inability to do it all and unmistakably labeled. By then, just waking up and realizing I was still alive was my future plans.

I had all but forgotten what it was like to remotely think of having a vacation, or a day to myself. In fact, those thoughts rarely occurred and when they did I laughed it off as a silly notion. HOW DARE I THINK OF HAVING, MUCH LESS PLANNING A DAY TO MYSELF?

The man who knows the value of a good meal, is the man who is starving.

The woman who is ill knows the value of good health.

The family who lives in poverty knows the importance of having a roof over their heads.

Now the truth is I don’t make plans. God broke me of doing it so long ago that living one day at a time is my plan. Or God’s plan.

In the midst of all the years of pain, loss and difficulties God taught me so often we make plans that are stained with greed, selfishness and personal promotion.

Whatever our plan may be, if God isn’t in it, it will never live up to our expectations. Disappointment will be a dominate factor until we make up our minds to ask God what he wants us to do.

Blessings pour from the abundance God has for us as we learn that his ways and thoughts are always better than ours. Living for God one day at a time rejects any idea we are missing out on anything or are settling for less.

Heather McCoy is a perfect example of living life one day at a time. She understands the true meaning and importance of health.  While most of us take breathing for granted, Heather has waited her 20 years on earth to be able to breathe normally. She aligned her plans with God’s mission which has proven to be a miracle of healing.

Her walk has been in the classroom of God’s “divine nature.” She graduated from the college of God’s chosen.

As she continues to improve and recover from a double-lung transplant, her story is reaching people all over the globe offering hope, joy unspeakable and a love for living life as God intended; as a true disciple.

Heather’s cross has been heavier than most to bear but she learned early on from the Master Cross Bearer how to carry it better than anyone I have ever seen.

The musician and the singer. CF transplant buddies. Friends forever. — with Nicole Marie and Heather McCoy.

The musician and the singer. CF transplant buddies. Friends forever. — with Nicole Marie and Heather McCoy.