WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THE LEFTOVERS

Leftovers.

Thanksgiving 2025 is behind us now. Remnants of family dinners together linger in the form of uneaten turkey or other meats, scrapings of mashed potatoes stuck to serving bowls along with other delicious side dishes we all typically enjoy on this holiday that brings family and friends together around food laden tables.

Leftovers. What to do with all the food that didn’t get eaten? Maybe as the host you fill take out containers or zip lock bags with whatever you can pawn off, saving room in your own fridge for the remainder. Or, if waste doesn’t concern you, unused portions are easily tossed in trash bags that will make it to the curb on your next pickup day.

Leftovers create two camps. One, is made up of those who absolutely love having extra food on hand for a few days, thus alleviating the need to prepare fresh meals. The second is folks who don’t enjoy dealing with the quantity of food that leftovers creates, out of sight, out of mind.

Thinking about leftovers has me reflecting on a time in Jesus’ ministry where leftovers didn’t happen because of an ordinary meal. Rather, an ample amount of leftovers actually occurred from two separate miracles involving a mere loaves of bread and two small fish from a day’s catch.

In Matthew 15, he records about the afternoon that Jesus fed 4,000 people, using seven loaves of bread and a few small fish. Before the meal was given to the people, Jesus gave thanks for the provision. Then, the disciples distributed the food.

In Luke 9 he wrote about Jesus feeding 5,000 people using five loaves of bread and two fish. Again, before the meal was given, Jesus gave thanks as He looked up to heaven.

It’s worthy to note that in both scenes, although we are told 4,000 and 5,000 dined, the numbers were most certainly larger as women and children may not have been counted in the attendance figures. Also–and I believe most worthy to note–is that in Matthew’s account we are told the disciples filled seven baskets with leftovers. In Luke’s account, the guys filled 12 baskets.

Leftovers. Only these were of a different variety than the turkey carcasses and mashed potatoes scrapings we manage today. These leftovers had been blessed by the Master’s own hands and although considered as remainders of a meal, all words of thanksgiving and blessing lingered in permanency.

I find–in curiosity and amazement as I read these accounts–that Jesus not only fed hungry bellies, He allowed there to be leftovers. I have to ask myself “why”? What was His purpose?

I think He did this to extend the astonishment of the miracle. I also think He was continuing to show His disciples the level of power He possessed to turn ordinary things into something of great benefit. In these circumstances, He and the disciples were faced with thousands of hungry families and by using a very small amount of food–insurmountable odds by human measure–He satisfied empty stomachs and opened spiritually empty hearts and eyes to the glory and wonder of God!

Digging deeper into the meaning of our 7 and 12 baskets of leftovers has significance, too. In Hebrew the number 7 represents completion, perfection, and divine intervention. The number 12 refers to a perfect government. God established 12 tribes in Israel. The gates and foundations of the New Jerusalem number as 12, and Jesus chose 12 disciples which revealed the rule and authority of Himself.

Pretty interesting leftovers. Even in what may be considered as food suitable for a takeout container or filling a trash bag by today’s measure, Jesus used the opportunity to teach further lessons beyond the mere satisfaction of a full belly.

Another interesting phrase–and don’t miss this–as Jesus took the bread to feed the multitudes, along with giving thanks He “broke” it while praying. Where do we see this again in His ministry? At the last supper with His disciples. “He took bread, gave thanks, and broke it….”

What do you think went through their minds as He spoke these words during a passover meal with them? Do you think they had an a-ha moment? Hey, remember when He did the same thing a short while back with some bread and fish? Human nature tells me they most certainly recalled those miracles. Were they able to also remember when Jesus described Himself “as the bread of life”?

Certainly, they would face a near future reality that His body would literally be “broken” as He hung on a Roman cross.

Leftovers. I hope you won’t think of them the same way anymore. I hope you’ll fill takeout containers with excess food and share with someone who needs a bit extra between paychecks. When you sit down to a meal, I hope you remember to first give thanks. You don’t necessarily need to “look up to heaven”, although it’d be a beautiful act of worship if you did, but assuming a posture of gratitude for provision and abundance reflects a satisfied heart. And a full belly.

YES, I’M WAITING FOR SNOW

This past week I was faced with a gentle tease from nature–a forecast of snow–possibly accumulation of three inches. I got excited. I began fixing my eyes upward as I gazed at gray clouds covering overhead skies. As temperatures stayed steady, a few wet drops hit the windshield of the car as we drove home from getting haircuts. In the course of the next few hours I accepted disappointment that any hopes for any significant snow fall were not part of my Tuesday this past week. 

I live among family and friends who have created a great divide regarding snow. I have loved ones who grumble about snow because of its impact on driving conditions. I have grandchildren who are excited to don snowpants and boots to play outside in its freshness, hoping to build snowmen, maybe even help parents clear driveway and sidewalks. I have friends who can’t mention snow in the same sentence using the word happy. I get it. I understand both sides. Yet, in my determination to keep the peace, admittedly I’m taking up my annual position waiting for snow and reveling in how the beauty of it makes me feel inside and out! Like football fans who banter who’s the better team–MSU or U of M–I am unapologetic regarding my love for snow!

Sitting here in mid November feels like a tease. Halloween is behind us and our next expected holiday is Thanksgiving. Fall decor which includes pumpkins, ghosts, witches, corn stalks, etc. usher in a few Thanksgiving decorations–cornucopias, wreaths fashioned from fall leaves, figurines of pilgrims on tables still laden with pumpkins. And, to my surprise, some homes are already decorating with Christmas lights and other holiday decor. Personally, I have always thought putting up Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving didn’t give this day of gratitude proper observance, but then, I’m only in charge of my own choices, not my neighbors or anyone else for that matter. As a matter of fact, I’ve had conversations with a few people who took advantage of our unusually warm weather a few weeks ago to hang Christmas lights. Doing that chore under sunshine’s warmth certainly makes that job go easier and faster. You get no argument from me for making that decision!

Other teases I’m experiencing–telling me that Christmas is approaching–are increased ads on programs we’re watching. The number of fragrance ads are up. It’s fun to watch and listen to how each new fragrance is described. Because it’s impossible to actually “smell” what’s in the beautifully  fashioned bottle, we are teased with a very handsome man or gorgeous woman trying to convince us against backdrops of music and cleverly designed scenery the advantage for purchasing a new heavenly scent, guaranteed to enhance one’s romantic life!

Then, there’s some of our major stores that have begun incorporating Christmas shopping into their ads, too. There’s the familiar Target logo popping up now. And WalMart’s logo, too. Soon Macy’s will join the ongoing ad streams that interrupt favorite programming. Radio stations will most certainly begin playing Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving. Afterall, all the Black Friday shoppers need help getting in the mood, right? As if an avid shopper needs any outward stimulus other than a “good deal” to hit open stores at 5 am….a practice I have nor ever intend to participate in as I’m not drawn to that sort of chaos. Again, each to his own.

I like gentle teasing, knowing when temperatures drop and more gray filled skies fill the calendar versus sunshine and puffy clouds against blue hues take over November. I’m that person who loved winter as a child, now as an adult who still embraces the beauty of snow, knowing I can dress according to temperatures if wandering outside, or cozying up inside our home with a mug of hot tea or chocolate. There’s something warm and endearing about being under a comfortable lap cover, hands wrapped around a hot mug. For me, one of winter’s happy places is merely that–a cozy chair, warm blanket, a hot beverage–and in my case, I guarantee that mug will have a snowman on it. My favorite place in our home is by the large window in our living room where I can watch snow fall, when those days of merely teasing me actually turn into action and accumulation.

So, mugs are ready. Cupboards are stocked with a variety of beverages. My chair and blanket are always ready. The gentle teasing of the first snow can come anytime now, only make it the real deal please. I’m ready! I’m also ready to be sympathetic to those who are less excited for snow. I can’t change how you feel about the splendor and beauty of each snowflake, but I’ll gladly share a mug of hot chocolate or coffee with you in my warm home as we discuss pros and cons.  

As I wait for my first snow day, I’d like to bid you to enjoy a wonderful Thanksgiving, one that is surrounded by loved ones under a warm blanket of love, laughter, and above all–gratitude for every good gift given to us from a generous God who provides and protects!

CAN YOU HANDLE THE TRUTH?

One of my favorite sayings is “there’s three sides to the truth, my version, the other person’s perspective, and that of God”. Especially when actively listening to two different people describing a problem (think marital discord) there’s “her side”, “his side” and then the absolute truth–”God’s side”. Because I believe that He is an all knowing God, sifting out truth in the course of resolving conflict can be tricky. Which leads me to my own slight disdain at popular phrases that have popped  up in our culture which steer people completely away from God’s truth.

Here’s a few examples of words that sound good, tickle ears and totally distort who God is and what He desires for us.

“God loves you and accepts you as you are”. While the basic truth IS that He DOES love and accept you, He also calls us out of sinful activities into pursuing a heart of repentance. The simple truth of the matter is that God loves us TOO much to allow us to live in ways that dishonor Him. In my reading this week, I found evidence of this desire in 1 Peter 4 where Peter’s words to early Christians he was writing to reminded them “you have spent enough time in the past doing what pagans choose–living in debauchery, lust, drunkenness, orgies, carousing and detestable idolatry. Remember, early Christians were living in Roman culture which embraced every activity listed above. Furthermore, Peter reminded his readers that although man would judge all behavior done in the body, it will be God who judges the soul.

“Follow your heart”. These three words are very dangerous. The prophet Jeremiah warned us with these powerful words “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?”  We need look no further than King David who actually serves as a very good example of following his own heart. He lusted after another man’s wife, took her as a lover and later as wife, had her husband killed in battle to cover up a pregnancy. By human standards David should not have been elevated as King or described as “having a heart after God”. But–David came to a place of deep regret and repentance. Assuming humility did not save him from consequences–one of which was the death of a son–yet, God loved him enough to continue pouring into his life in order to be the leader over God’s people. Often–without sounding trite–God’s ways don’t match ours–but that’s why He’s the final authority and we in our selfish desires are not.

Good people go to heaven”. By nature, we humans don’t like suffering. Pain and trials that crush hopes and dreams are too much to bear at times. We want comfortable lives and we’ll do anything sometimes to achieve harmony and success. Along the way of chasing “the good life” many through countless generations have pushed God aside, filling empty hearts and longing emotions with all the world offers–success, status, wealth, relationships that don’t last, drugs, alcohol, pornography, over spending, fighting to maintain position in a “dog eat dog culture” that doesn’t include God. Then, at the end of life, when last breaths are taken and loved ones surround a casket or urn, we hear “he’s in a better place….”

Paul, who wrote the book of Romans, is quite clear when he wrote that …”for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”. Ruminate for a moment on that tiny word “all”. What does it mean? All means all. Not a few, not some, not those who are special or excused. All. 

So, quite honestly it all means your loving grandmother who never said a harsh word her entire life, but never spoke of God as having a relationship with Him. She didn’t need to attend church. She didn’t need God telling her how to live. Someone she believed that by being “good” she would go to heaven.

Compare her to the most evil person you can think of. Who came to mind? Hitler? Stalin? Ted Bundy? Jeffrey Dahmer? Those four men are included in our tiny word “all”. By human standards which measure their respective atrocities they should certainly be excluded from God’s mercy and gift of eternal life in heaven, right?

Here’s the complexity of those who go to heaven and those who don’t. Even though bible writings are pretty clear about this topic, it boils down to God’s judgement and a person’s actions  when taking final breaths. Personally, I don’t have any resources telling me what Hitler and Stalin decided on their death beds. However, I’m old enough to remember the horrific deeds done by Bundy and Dahmer and while inexcusable, both men chose to repent of their sins and came into relationship with Christ. In Dahmer’s case a man named Roy Ratcliff ministered to him while incarcerated. Ratcliff met with Dahmer, teaching him scripture, baptizing him while in prison. Dahmer was later murdered by another inmate which doesn’t justify any wrongs by any sense of the word. 

So, should we excuse people’s choices and behaviors simply because “that’s who they are?”

Should we risk following sinful hearts to satisfy sins of the mind and flesh because we don’t want to live surrendered to an almighty God?

Can we understand the complexity of life and death–knowing that none of us are “getting out of here alive” is reality, and that there are two places of eternal rest. One has been prepared for we who embrace Christ’s sufferings on the cross as payment for ALL sins. It’s called heaven. The other–a place of total separation from God–commonly called hell is a second reality. The latter is not a place I wish on anyone, no matter their level of depravity or outright rejection of all that is good…God’s deep abiding love for everyone to not perish.

I leave you with these beautiful words penned by Peter: “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In His great mercy He has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade–kept in heaven for you…”

Be careful what you take as absolute truth. Be mindful of careless living. Be aware that God’s salvation is for everyone, but it’s not an automatic gift He gives. It’s a partnership He’s waiting to establish with you between Him and His Son, Jesus Christ. 

Maybe we all could learn something from Roy Ratcliff, too, be willing and available to minister God’s truth to those we often prefer to “judge” according to the sins of their bodies, forgetting that there’s a “soul” inside that will is bound for one of two resting places.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations”. (Jeremiah 1:5)

“For He chose us in Him before the world to be holy and blameless in His sight.” (Ephesians 1:4)

Two very profound statements about a person’s importance in God’s eyes are contained in these two verses. There’s plenty of others in both the Old and New Testaments that describe how God views and cherishes us as well as giving us purpose and value that stand out from things that perish. In my current study time which is camped out in 1 Peter I’m learning that because of my relationship with Christ I have an inheritance that “can never perish, spoil or fade.” Furthermore, my salvation cannot be destroyed; it was purchased (redeemed!) by the imperishable Christ’s blood shed on a cross. Talk about a WOW factor!

Today, my typical day to sit and write is Wednesday. It also happens to be my 72nd birthday. I honestly have a hard time assigning a larger number to my life with each passing birthday because even with a few aches and pains, reduction in complete flexibility of limbs at times my mind still thinks like a young adult. Celebrating another year of life–which is a true gift–also allows me to reflect back on my life. Many memories flood back, mostly very wonderful, others bittersweet.

Born as the last of three children to my parents, coming home to two older brothers, I rounded out the family they had dreamed of creating in the aftermath of World War II and the Korean Conflict which saw dad serving in the U.S. Navy. After living in their first house, land was purchased where dad built the family home I grew up in and upon completion in 1954 I took my first steps as a toddler.

My entry into our world was a whirlwind. I still smile as I remember hearing how mom told dad “it’s time…” and he didn’t fully believe her. His hesitancy to drive her to Saginaw General Hospital resulted in my arrival 13 minutes after getting there. It’s a screenplay my mom didn’t enjoy watching or experiencing over and over again but she wasn’t mean spirited about my birth event, merely sharing the reality she endured of a hard fast delivery!

My birthday–though very much a joyful event–was also bathed in sadness. I dmy arrival with the departure of an older cousin who lost her battle to polio. This is a disease myself and many other parents have not had to fear because of wonderful medical breakthroughs which gave us a vaccine. Thankfully, my uncle and aunt, who lost their oldest daughter, embraced me with incredible love and their home became a favorite place to spend summer days playing with my other two cousins who came along after their sister’s death.

My life also causes me to reflect on my origins. When the 23and Me DNA testing came along as a way to discover one’s ancestral roots, I sent for the kit. I’ve always been curious about who I am and where I came from. Well, my DNA revealed no great surprises. I’m mostly Northern European with a little bit of Irish and French sprinkled in. The research showed my origin back to the Balkans as far as the 1600s. From there my long gone ancestors’ journeys will forever remain a mystery until hearing how mom’s parents came to America in the early 1900s, their past lives shrouded in many unknowns, too. Dad’s folks have been traced back to the 1700s with names written in the Jewell Family Bible. Woven in the mysteries of their lives is one important thread–the brilliant color of Christian faith which began “somewhere” and was adopted with each subsequent generation on both sides of my family.

The world has changed immensely since November 5, 1953 to the one of 2025 as I sit here. I admit what I see and hear coming from news outlets doesn’t give me much hope in mankind–but God! Our world is broken. It has been since Adam and Eve ate forbidden fruit. But, God in His mercy, had a plan in place before He laid the foundations of the earth! We read in 1 Peter 1: 24 which quotes the prophet Isaiah: “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever”.

One day I will join my loved ones in heaven who have gone before me. But, for now, I will celebrate being 72 and living life covered in great love and affection from my Creator, Who knew me before He created all that we know and call our “world”. I’ll try to wrap my mind around the mystical and imperishable ways of God…smiling about how I “arrived” here while rejoicing about “where I’m headed” as I continue living wrapped in God’s abundant promises!

WHAT’S TUCKED AWAY IN YOUR PANTRY?

“For the Lord takes delight in His people; He crowns the humble with victory”. (Psalm 149: 4)

I’ve been thinking a lot about pride and humility often the past several days, especially as I continue to take in current events around the globe and in our nation. It seems strife and evil are prevailing in countries far away and close to home, too. Thinking or dwelling on what headlines are telling me is overwhelming, yet I don’t want to ignore the seriousness of any upheavals. So, although I am only one person, I find solace in praying for peace, asking God to intervene to protect the innocents, and raising up leaders of nations who are willing to lead in humility versus pride fed by egos and selfish ambition. Honestly, I think that’s a very tall order to hope for but I know all things are possible with God. But, writing about the woes of our world isn’t my focal point today. Setting that aside I want to visit a sweet memory belonging to my Grandma Jewell who often exemplified humility .

Imagine that you’re living on a small family farm during the depression years and waste–especially regarding food–was something as a homemaker you gave careful attention to avoiding. Tending your garden of vegetables, nurturing berry bushes you grew or foraging in nearby woods, you created jams, jellies, canned vegetables in a root cellar. Jars of mincemeat lined shelves waiting to layer between pie crusts.  Maybe your family owned one or two cows for milking from which you churned your own butter from the luscious cream. You realized, however, that although pantry foods will help get you through another year feeding a growing family of 11 children, the cows may stop producing in harsh winter months, the barn too cold for them I’ve been told. Your source for butter has run out, causing you to find alternative spreads for morning toast or evening’s biscuits.

Dad told me years ago the family entertained a male guest one evening. He joined them for supper. I don’t remember what grandma served–probably chicken from one of the farm’s donors–vegetables from her pantry, potatoes from the root cellar and either homemade bread or biscuits. But she didn’t have any butter. She knew she had a huge bowl of pumpkin butter in the pantry, but she was too embarrassed to include it in the meal.

Polite dinner conversation filled her kitchen and as the evening progressed everyone began sharing memories and favorite things they liked. Lo and behold “Mr. Dinner Guest” declared “you know what I have missed for a LONG time?–pumpkin butter! Haven’t had it in years”. That’s all it took for a loving memory to push aside grandma’s fears and shame of not being able to offer her guest proper “butter”….dad said she stood up and in her well known sweet voice said “well, you just wait now, I’ll be right back”. She returned with her huge bowl of homemade pumpkin butter and set it smack dab in front of her house guest, beaming with joy as fearful pride faded from her spirit, now turned into a gesture of humility, giving way to delight this man’s tastebud memory!

I’m pretty sure the pumpkin she used to make the butter came from her own garden patch or maybe from a neighbor. It doesn’t really matter. Her ability to make the spread came from years of being frugal and creativity preparing meals for the family. The bounty she was able to collect from foraging, growing, and collecting were covered in prayers, too,  that often lasted into nighttime hours when her family was fast asleep.

I’ve never made pumpkin butter but I think I’ll give it a try. The ingredients aren’t too difficult to gather. I won’t have to forage for them. I actually have pumpkin in my freezer that I cooked and froze last fall. When I get around to making a batch, I will imagine my grandmother making hers–did she still have her wood stove at the time of this story? Did she save the seeds from the fruit of her pumpkins and roast them? Something tells me she did. Because grandma didn’t waste anything that could feed her family…or an evening houseguest the Lord knew she needed for reassurance there’s no shame when the cows aren’t producing the milk you rely on for regular butter.

TAKE OUT THE TRASH!

My husband and I have been watching an older series on television written and produced to showcase individuals who have adopted living a “hoarder” lifestyle. If you’re not familiar with the term it basically means folks who have created stockpiles of stuff either in their yards or inside homes. In most cases, any space on their property has become a place to stash and store their possessions. There’s a variety of styles that are used to accumulate the “stuff”…there’s the people who pick through someone else’s junk on trash day, purchases of new merchandise at stores or a thrift shop, an inability to throw out old items including daily common trash created from cooking meals, etc. Some of the episodes we’ve watched have revealed some pretty disgusting living conditions pertaining to rodent and insect infestation, unusable bathroom facilities, rotting floors, walls and ceilings from lack of proper maintenance.

As a viewer who is outside the situation it’s been easy to get frustrated and angry trying to comprehend how a person can get swallowed up by a hoarding lifestyle. My own frustrations are often echoed by family members, therapists and cleanup crews who are brought in to help a homeowner declutter property and home in order to rebuild habits that lead to a new healthy living environment. Usually the allotted time devoted to each project is 3-4 days, all intense work as rooms are unpacked, sorted for trash or possible donations.

We watch as the “hoarder” begins the cleanup journey with 100% enthusiasm, fully cooperating as their “treasures” begin to get packed, tossed into trash bags which pile up dumpster after dumpster. I think the worst case I’ve watched so far is that of an elderly woman who lived in a mansion and I kid you not–every room was packed full of stuff she had collected. Some of it began as a home business as an interior decorator but over time a shift in her brain caused a need to buy, buy some more, and never throw anything away.

We’ve also noted that in each person’s life chronicled in this series, some form of trauma in their life altered their behavior. Folks with normal common sense for daily living slowly adopted over buying, over keeping, not cleaning their home with regular routines only to find themselves surrounded, held captive in mountains of “stuff”. Sadly, their mental health challenge blinded them from unhealthy living conditions until an intervention was initiated by family and friends. By day 2 or 3 of the cleanup, cooperation is usually exchanged for denial, anger, and bartering to keep useless “stuff”. It’s sad.

As I’ve watched each episode I’ve witnessed how a therapist works with the “hoarder” to find the source of trauma, address it, and begin to gently admonish and teach new thought patterns to change their brains. I’m not sure if anything is scripted or if what we’re watching is pure raw conversations, but it’s very enlightening how trauma or believing a lie causes hoarding behavior in people.

Likewise, in the Body of Christ–those of us who follow Christ and meet together weekly in our church settings–bring a vast variety of hurts and habits with us. Together, we’re a hot mess. Some of our behavior was our own fault, others fall into the category of “sin against us”. In either case, Christ offers hope.

 “The one who does what is sinful is of the devil, because the devil has been sinning from the beginning. The reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the devil’s work.” (1 John 3:8)

Furthermore, in Mark we read more about why Christ came: “ When Jesus heard this, he told them, “It is not those who are well who need a doctor, but those who are sick. I didn’t come to call the righteous, but sinners.”. (Mark 2:17)

In our ministry at Celebrate Recovery we deal with hurts, habits and hangups. We come alongside men and women who have lived lives filled with trauma. Unlike a TV program produced for educating and exposing a person’s hoarding lifestyle, we minister with Christ’s love and scriptures to reset brain patterns, launch healthy spiritual growth, and “cleanup” emotional baggage that has held people captive instead of living a life of freedom available through Christ. Unfortunately, the work in Celebrate Recovery is not limited to 3-4 days, but rather can take a lifetime of consistent hard work laying aside stinkin’ thinkin’ and giving full surrender to Jesus Christ as the only higher power to bring change, renewal, and hope!

So, does your life reflect that of a hoarder? Is there a deep hurt or a nasty habit holding you captive? At Celebrate Recovery we’d love to introduce the 12 step process that unlocks the door to your cell. We meet every Tuesday, 7 pm at Fowlerville United Brethren in Christ Church. For more information, call 517.223.9490.

What do you have to lose if you step out of your misery to seek a better way? Probably tons of unwanted “stuff”! 

PUMPKIN SPICE OR APPLE?

Ah, the arrival of October, and with it panoramas of leaves changing color before falling to the ground as their annual life cycle enters winter’s rest…temperatures begin to cool as we say goodbye to long days under sunshine…football and soccer games highlight our weekends…and a favorite of mine–trips to orchards to purchase apples!

The beauty of fall also has birthed a lighthearted debate popular on social medial–are you a “pumpkin spice or apple kind of person?” Billboards for our prime coffee shops lure us with extravagant flavors that reflect our love for “everything pumpkin, apple, etc.” Recently I saw a billboard featuring a new beverage with maple syrup as part of the mixings. Yum. Now there’s a third flavor in the competition!

So, which flavor is your “go-to”? If I had to choose one–pumpkin or apple–I honestly could not. I asked this poll question in a group of children and adults in church and to my delight several folks answered “it depends on what we’re talking about”, meaning is it in a beverage? A bread? A pie? That’s my position, too. If it’s a beverage, I lean towards pumpkin spice. If it’s a pie, I prefer homemade apple. Both satisfy my taste buds as I enjoy the bounty of fall harvests.

“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.” (Psalm 34: 8) 

Blessed. It’s a common word used in Judeo Christian conversations. I learned this past week that the Hebrew word for “blessed” expands to mean “divine favor” and “joy fulfilled”. These gifts come from a divine being who is God. For the Jews He is the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob. For Christians He is the triune God–God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. 

“The one” who is blessed are those “who take refuge in Him”. By refuge the psalmist means “a shelter or place of protection”. Seeking refuge creates images in my mind as a need to run from stormy circumstances to find a safe place until trouble passes.

We all face trouble in our lives, some more harsh than others. What’s beautiful about God is no matter what we are facing, He offers us a safe place in the shelter of His arms…under the shadow of His wings. A common Psalm–number 23–is one often read at funerals for our loved ones. Simply put, this psalm tells us that God cares for us, He meets our needs ahead of time, and we can find quiet rest in His arms. 

Pumpkin spice or apple. Restlessness or rest. Worry or confidence. These and more are worthwhile choices to ponder. Life is full of choices–some that are fun and create light memories–while others more serious decide the path we will follow. I think that Psalm 1 gives us important insight as to which path God desires for us: “Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night.”

Do you need to know more about God? I’m always available to chat with you about a relationship with Him. You can email me at celebraterecovery@gmail.com. We can chat over anything pumpkin spice or apple….your choice, I’ll buy. 

WHY FORGIVE?

Forgiveness.

Forgiveness is central to the biblical message, promoting reconciliation, compassion, and the transformative power of God’s grace. The Bible emphasizes forgiveness as a fundamental aspect of Christian faith. In both the Old and New Testaments, God is portrayed as merciful and forgiving, encouraging believers to seek forgiveness and extend it to others. In the New Testament, Jesus Christ teaches the importance of forgiving others, as seen in the Lord’s Prayer, where believers ask for forgiveness as they forgive those who trespass against them. 

So, why forgive? I found good responses to this question at biblehub.com.

  • Forgiving relinquishes negative feelings, gives room to replace with compassion and goodwill
  • Is essential in our relationship with God
  • Mirrors God’s character
  • Jesus endured grave injustice yet chose a path of grace
  • Forgiveness offers healing and restoration
  • Gives liberation from bitterness
  • Is obedience to divine command

While thousands of people watched the memorial service for Charlie Kirk, all eyes and ears were on his lovely wife Erika as she made her way to the podium, taking her place in front of watchful and discerning hearts blazing with questions, one in particular I imagine–”will she forgive the young man who murdered her husband?” Surely, as a woman made a widow in a few sharp seconds along with becoming a single mother to two young children, she had every right to embrace anger and wear it as a badge. But, in what has now become the focus of conversations and social media posts, Erika forgave. Why did she and how was she able to do so soon after her husband’s unjust murder? She did so with Christ’s example, His strength, His command.

If anyone knew the horrible effects of injustice it was Christ Himself. Tried in unfair circumstances He soon was mocked, tortured, and put to death in horrific and humiliation on a Roman cross. Yet, in His humility, sacrifice, and purpose, He asked His Father to forgive the very ones responsible for all that He endured.

Corrie Ten Boom writes of a time she was faced with whether to offer forgiveness. She and her sister–Dutch Christians–were imprisoned by the Nazis for aiding and assisting Jews during World War II. Sister Betsy eventually died while in captivity, causing Corrie to become very embittered toward the German soldiers, one in particular who was their overseer. Years after her release and returning to life, she describes being at a function where from across the room she recognized a man. Every negative emotion known to man rose up inside her as she continued looking at him. But something changed as she contemplated her situation. She knew in her spirit that God was telling her to forgive him. I don’t recall her exact words as she approached him (I read her book years ago) but I do remember that “when” she began to offer her forgiveness, and was able to engage with him in conversion, in turn he had opportunity to “ask” for her forgiveness because he had become a Christian and understood the effects of his past sins. In their example, it’s clear that by relinquishing their anger, compassion and goodwill indeed triumphed over evil.

Personally, I’ve had my own numerous challenges where it’s been necessary to forgive someone who has wronged me or a loved one. Some of my forgiving has been done with kicking and screaming much like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Others have come easier. Both are blanketed with the comfort knowing I’m striving to keep my relationship with God authentic for the benefit of myself and anyone “watching” my walk of faith.

Forgiveness is a very broad topic and one worthy of teaching, bringing understanding to the body of Christ. It’s a key component of Judeo Christian theology and often misunderstood by those living under secular influences. It’s powerful and it’s mysterious when put into practice. It’s necessary as we all encounter injustice, being hurt emotionally, spiritually, or physically. No, forgiving is not easy, but receive hope in this–choosing to forgive as an act of obedience keeps you in a right relationship with God. The one who hurt you is now released to God’s care for their own redemptive work. And while you may not “feel” completely joyful or happy once you’ve offered forgiveness, your emotions will soon change and catch up to your obedient heart.

How do I know this? As I’ve said, I’ve had to live out this command of obedience more times than I anticipated, but God was and continues to be faithful, rewarding me with a vibrant relationship with Him.

“Forgiveness is setting the prisoner free, only to find out that the prisoner was me” (corrie Ten Boom)

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DANGERS OF LOSS & FALSE TEACHING

In recent weeks, due to a broken cabinet in our kitchen cupboards, I needed to rearrange the majority of my baking goods. This meant cleaning out a larger closet in our dining area to accommodate moving my items to a new home. If completing that task wasn’t enough I found myself in “give a mouse a cookie mode” and continued cleaning and purging other cabinets in the kitchen. One such shelving area is where I keep my variety of spices. Included with those spices is my collection of salt varieties. I counted that I have five different salts: Baja, Pink Himalayan, Kosher, Course Sea Salt and Fine Sea Salt. 

Did you know that salt is mined globally? It’s found in underground rock salt beds, evaporated sea water from salt flats and coastal salt pans. The United States has key mining sites from Kansas, Louisiana, Michigan, New York, Ohio, Texas, and Utah.

Salt has been a world commodity for centuries. It was used for preserving foods, adding flavor, and as a means of payment. Ancient people knew the value and significance of salt’s benefits in daily life, therefore it came as no surprise when Jesus referred to God’s people as being the “salt of the earth” in His sermon on the mount. Matthew recorded His words found in Chapter 5, verse 13: “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot”.

I don’t know about you, but as a Christ follower I don’t want to run the risk of losing my effectiveness as a Christian witness, to be considered as “no longer good for anything” or something to be thrown out or trampled upon. When cleaning out my pantry items, there was stuff that had lost its quality, or I was no longer interested in keeping it, so in the trash bin it went.  When I look and listen to what’s happening in our world, in our communities, and in some of our churches, I dare say that many Christians and even some of our churches, have lost their saltiness. 

I’ve watched and witnessed good individuals being slowly caught up in what’s now defined as Progressive Christianity. Not sure what this is? Take some time to do an online search to discover how it’s defined. Its tenets sound very good at first glance, but with deeper reading and digging behind pretty words, evidence of swaying from biblical truths to embrace humanistic teachings surface and challenge its validity of being biblically sound. I think this erosion from truth is why we’ve seen an increase in Christian apologetics across social media etc. to counteract lies against the tenets of Christian theology. Individuals such as the late Charlie Kirk and Ravi Zacharias, were eloquent in explaining many topics covered in scripture for our role as sincere Christians. Others whom i enjoy learning from include Alisa Childers, Del Tackett, the teaching staff from “Walking the Text”, Lee Strobel, Josh McDowell, Hugh Ross, R.C. Sproul.

By no means am I an apologetic, however, I value and trust these strong knowledgeable individuals. Lee Strobel is a former atheist. Hugh Ross is an astrophysicist (he uses BIG words sometimes but is fascinating!) The others all have their rightful individual styles but are amazing at bringing the bible alive for today’s Christ followers, which is vitally important as we live in times where many people are following their own sinful hearts versus seeking to live under the commands and guidance from God’s plan of salvation and Christian living. 

Cleaning a kitchen cabinet is really a very simple task that doesn’t hurt anything or anyone other than tossing out unwanted stuff. Teaching and leading people astray with false teachings based on humanistic doctrines is very serious and will not go unpunished from God when He deems so.  Matthew is also credited with describing falling trap to false prophets. In verse 15 of Chapter 7 we read “Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves”.  In 2 Peter 2: 1-3 we read that false prophets come secretly with destructive heresies, deny the Lord, and exploit people with deceptive words.  And this in 2 Timothy 4: 3-4: “For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths.”

There are varieties of salt and each has its purpose. There are different approaches to interpreting and teaching God’s Word. You and I have the responsibility to “test” what’s being taught, to “test” the fruit of the teacher, and to discern if we are being infiltrated by a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

HANDIWORK & GOOD WORKS, AUTHORED BY GOD

“For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” (Ephesians 2: 10)

If you’ve ever planned to host an event or family dinner of any size, you know that a lot of planning and preparation begins before the actual celebration day arrives. There’s food to be purchased and prepared. Appropriate decorations are also bought and put together to help create a festive atmosphere. If your event is being held in your home, most likely a deep clean of every room will be performed so your guests–and you–feel confident in your cleanliness and attention to detail. 

I remember when I was about 7 years old my oldest brother David was being confirmed in our Lutheran faith. Close family members were invited in advance to attend the service if so inclined but certainly to join us for dinner Sunday afternoon. On Saturday, my mom’s sister Emma came to help her prepare food, get out dishes used for special occasions. I don’t remember being of much help that day at my young age other than being an observer as mom and Aunt Emma talked out plans and worked together making side dishes to go with ham, the chosen meat to feed more than our usual family of five. Mom and her sister spent a great portion of Saturday in preparation, not sitting down until everything on her “to-do list” was checked off as “done”.

The Apostle Paul is considered to be the author of the book of Ephesians. This verse was a highlight of my reading this week. As often is my practice when reading scripture, I look for a word or several in fact, that jump off the page at me. Here, I marveled noticing we are God’s “handiwork”…you and I were created to “do good works”…and if that’s not crazy enough, God “prepared” our good works in advance!  So, how do we respond to these simple yet profound truths?

Because we are handcrafted, formed by God, I believe you and I should accept who we are, that our identity is rooted in His image along with purpose.

Because we have good works prepared for us to do, it is worthy to pursue searching out to discover our gifts and talents, honing them to be sharpened tools and accessories that help us accomplish tasks and achieve goals.

Recently my 75 year old brother Mark traveled to North Carolina with a team of peers in his age range to work with Samaritan’s Purse doing more work rebuilding homes after Hurricane Helene. It was his second such trip. I’ve pondered his ability to go. I’ve chuckled at him saying “ya, us old guys can work circles around the younger ones”. He, and his friends who were on the trip, all have craftsmanship abilities to handle chainsaws, woodworking tools, continued strength in arms and legs for heavy lifting, passion and drive to serve devastated families as they each honor God using the very gifts He gave them. If these guys are much like my brother, their interest in learning skills began in childhood and with each passing year of maturity, deeper attention to mastering construction work was gained.

I never tire discovering in scripture how special God made me and that I have beauty and purpose in Him. Until I came into a relationship with Him 40 plus years ago, I confess I was merely an “observer”. Much like my 7 year old self watching mom and Aunt Emma move around our home’s kitchen I had fallen into a trap of merely going through the motions of church attendance, participating in programs and choir, until the reality of my need for a sincere relationship with Christ fell heavily into my soul. Having gained that relationship and with it a hunger and thirst to know Christ deeply, I also believe “purpose” and “good works” waiting for me to discover and hone were awakened. It’s been an exciting 40 year journey chasing God’s written dreams and purpose!

Lessons I observed watching mom and Aunt Emma have not been wasted nor alll the times my brother Mark had his bike laying in a heap of parts was not in vain; his curiosity to see how something was made taught him how to rebuild and reassemble. Working with his hands took him to a career of welding–later teaching this valuable trade. He also built his own home, with some assistance from our dad who I might add was well into his 60s at the time!

Mark will be returning to North Carolina next year. I’ll continue reading, studying, writing in my journals and for my blog site. Both of us will be a little older with passing days that eventually turn into another year. Though he, I, and you too will slow down physically–the inevitable of our aging process–we need not give up celebrating our creativity and purpose given to us by God!

As a close friend of ours once pointed out to me “nowhere in the Bible does it say we ‘get’ to retire”. God has given you and me purpose. He’s written job descriptions for each one of us. The blueprints for our lives are sealed by His stamp of craftsmanship. May we each spread out the blueprints with our name highlighted in the an upper corner and “get to work”!