Foundation with No Rock is a Muddy Mess - Tami Gilman

My house is at the end of a dirt road. My husband and I certainly knew the road was not paved when we chose to build our house there, but being nestled in a wooded lot in the quiet neighborhood was worth it. Besides, there was a drought at the time and other than the dust, it wasn’t much of an inconvenience. Dust, my friend, is a lot easier to wash off a car than mud is.

There are rumors that twenty or so years ago the developer of the neighborhood (who is now as old as Moses) had a layer of gravel sprinkled over the dirt road. Proper drainage, culverts and ditches were never dug, however. Over time, the gravel has washed away, potholes have appeared and sections of our road wash out with heavy rain. Our neighbors have been meeting to discuss a solution since the state says it’s the county’s problem, the county says it’s Moses’ problem and Moses is not taking any responsibility as the original developer of the neighborhood. At some point last week, the gravel fairy drove through and dropped a load or two of new gravel onto the road. It is peculiar because no one is claiming they had it done. While we are all grateful, the road was not properly prepared for the new fix and has only masked the problem.

It occurred to me as I drove home in the rain last night that our lives are similar to the road. If you do not have a proper foundation rooted in Christ, the next storm will wash away all we have done to cover up our flaws and quickly expose them. If my road had been scraped, crowned and covered with a thick foundation of rock as a base, the rain would not have fazed it. It would have washed away in those new ditches and through the culverts that would need to be installed for my illustration to be accurate. Instead, even though someone was nice enough to spread new gravel, the ruts, potholes and mud resurfaced after only one rainfall. I notice that some of the neighbors drive around the potholes and ruts and others drudge right through them. Sometimes we avoid issues in our lives and other times we make them worse with poor choices.

As we attempt to operate in our own strength and apart from God, even the best intentions can’t complete us as our Heavenly Father can. Even if you believe in God, accept Christ’s salvation and are filled with the Holy Spirit, you must actually allow them to take an active role in your life. If you believe that God is too busy with other people or His purpose in your life is to punish you, even as a Christian you will remain a rutted, muddy mess. Instead of covering up the issues with a layer of gravel, put on your rain boots, grab a shovel and get to work asking God to help you clean out the ditches and fill in the potholes in your life. Then as the rains come, we are not affected. We are complete in Christ and even when the enemy uses other people or our own minds to create a muddy mess in our spirit, we allow the negativity to roll into the ditch and be carried away.

Luke 6:47-49 (New International Version)47I will show you what he is like who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice. 48He is like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. 49But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete."

Supercilious Saul - Jan Darnell

Saul’s supercilious feelings of superiority and pride were based in his heritage, education and accomplishments. I am a Jew, born in Tarsus of Cilicia, but brought up in this city, educated under Gamaliel, strictly according to the law of our fathers, being zealous for God, just as you all are today. And I persecuted this Way to the death, binding and putting both men and women into prisons…Acts 22:4-5

A zealous Pharisee, Saul persecuted the Way or the early Church of Christ. This sect was called the Way because they believed Jesus to be the way back to God. Jesus said, I am the Way, and the Truth and the Life; no one comes to the Father but through Me. Jn. 14:6

Obviously, Saul considered his actions against the Way to be appropriate and, in fact, necessary. His convictions compelled him to exterminate those of the Way and purge Judea of her heretics. In effect, Saul was defending his own faith in God, even to the point of physically restraining and murdering the resistance.

Differences in opinions as to how we should approach and worship God can be traced back to Adam’s sons, Cain and Abel. God accepted Abel’s sacrifice but not Cain’s. So, Cain killed Abel. Gen. 4:8 From that point forward, history provides an endless list of wars over divergent belief systems. Cain initiated the bloody trail. Saul was just picking up the stick that has been passed down by zealots to beat down their opposition. My sacrifice is better than yours.

Jesus, however, wasn’t claiming that He had a better sacrifice to offer than another. He asserted that He was the sacrifice. Religions across the world offer us spiritual, meditative, and ritualistic, parochial sacraments as paths back to God. Those of the Way simply follow Jesus. Why? Because Jesus Christ is the sinless Lamb slain by God on the altar for our sins. His unblemished righteousness covers our prideful wickedness. Hallelujah!

Supercilious Saul, on his blood thirsty journey to Damascus, met the humble Jesus of the Way. Saul’s intentions were to inflict more pain, do more stick beating and bring to justice followers of the Way. And it came about that as I was on my way approaching Damascus about noontime, a very bright light suddenly flashed from heaven all around me, and I fell to the ground and heard a voice saying to me, “Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting Me?”Acts 22:6-7

Saul, blinded by the light, fell prostrate to the ground. With no other options than to engage in conversation, he answered, “Who are Thou, Lord?” (This was a question Saul should have asked when he witnessed the stoning of Stephen and heard him pray for his tormentors to be forgiven. Acts 8:58-60) Jesus replied, “I am Jesus the Nazarene, whom you are persecuting.” Acts 22:7-8 Wow. Saul thought he was defending God. Turns out, his supercilious pride blinded him to the truth of the Way. He was actually persecuting the God he thought he was serving. How critical it is to be sure we are following the Way and not our way.

The world is full of religious zealots who claim to know and serve God. These are willing to die for Him, sacrifice comforts and deny themselves pleasures for the sake of kingdom membership. However, followers of the Way do not persecute those who follow other paths. We cannot build the Kingdom of God upon the blood of religious dissenters. The Kingdom of God is built upon the blood of our Redeemer and cornerstone of our faith, Jesus Christ.

After his encounter with Jesus, Saul changed his name to Paul, which is a Latin word meaning “small” or “little.” Saul gained humility when he met the Way that day. His murderous zeal yielded to the sweet love and satisfaction of Christ. Whatever Gamaliel taught Saul regarding the laws of God, Jesus perfected through the revelation of His grace as the…the way, the Truth and the Life of God.

Paul became a zealous advocate of the Way, preaching the “good news” of forgiveness, rather than persecuting the followers. Nearly a fourth of the New Testament canon was written by Paul to the early churches and believers he brought into the Kingdom of Christ. When we humble ourselves before the Way…when we recognize our supercilious tendencies as hindrances to the realization of truth, then God will reveal the glory of His Son to us. God is for us, not against us. Let us be for Him and not against His Way as well. Ro. 8:31-33

Secrets - Tammy Blackburn

Who doesn’t love a good secret? All of us can become as giddy as children when we see a brightly wrapped package with our name on it. Even more exciting is to share a gift or surprise with someone else. When my children were young, they would hide behind their doors and whisper and giggle every time a special occasion rolled around. Maybe you’ve stayed awake until the wee hours of the morning talking to a friend. I’m sure all of us can think of a special friend with whom we’ve shared our dreams, our goals and even our disappointments.

When I was a young girl, my best friend lived just down the road from me. We spent many of our days together. The one that is the most memorable to me happened on a snowy day when we were about 12 years old. There were woods that separated our houses with a creek running through them. We loved to walk along the creek to a small stone bridge that was old and crumbling. On this particular day, the snow was already several inches deep and school was out. We met at our usual place in the woods and had a wonderful adventure. As we sat on the bridge to catch our breath for a few minutes, we noticed that the water under us appeared to be frozen. Showing all of the preadolescent intelligence we possessed, we decided to try walking on water. About halfway across, the ice cracked and we fell in up to our thighs. We started laughing so hard at each other that we ended up falling all the way in. By the time we climbed onto the creek bank, we were soaked and frozen. We went back to my friend’s house and his mother gave us dry clothes, sat us in front of the fireplace, and made us hot chocolate. We sat there for hours just sharing our thoughts. We felt free to share things with each other that we would not have shared with anyone else.

Why were we able to be so transparent, and why did we feel so comfortable sharing our secrets? It is because we had spent so much time together. We had laughed together, cried together, worked together, eaten together, and played together.

In my quiet time recently, God spoke to me through Psalms 25:14. “The LORD confides in those who fear Him; He makes His covenant known to them.” Wow! Imagine God sharing His secrets with us. After all, that is what it means to confide in someone. I began to imagine myself walking along a creek, hand in hand with my Savior, and having Him share His dreams with me. Maybe we would sit on an old crumbling bridge and talk about all the things that were important to us. However, if I haven’t spent enough time getting to know Him, how will we be able to share so openly with each other? I want to spend my days in His presence. When I cry or laugh I want to share it with Jesus. I want Him there when I am at work or when I am at play. I want to know my Heavenly Father so intimately that He shares His secrets and confides in me. I want to know the heart of my King as well as He knows mine.