The rock group Queen used to sing a song called, Somebody to Love. That’s true, we all do want somebody to love, but many times we just want somebody to listen. This amazing thing! God tells us that He wants to listen. He says to call on Him and He will show us great and might things we do not know. He also says that He is near to those who call on Him. God wants to be your someone who listens.
Yes, the God of the universe who created the galaxies, set the stars and earth in orbit, and made the animals and humans. How is it that He should take an interest in us and have the time to listen?
We are smaller than a speck for One who has the whole universe as His view. Yet He wants a relationship with me and you. I wonder how He can keep all of these singular relationships up. There must be millions of voices calling out to Him simultaneously, how does He do it? Yet, He listens and He speaks to each. He speaks just what He knows I need or wants me to know and He speaks to millions of others, too. Amazing!
He speaks to us and He’s also there to listen to our pain, grief, sorrow, and joy just like any good friend would. He’s the One who has the resources, power, knowledge, wisdom, and might to accomplish far more than we could even imagine. To think, all this is available through just talking and listening to Him.
Today, or even right now, take a quiet moment and tell Him what’s happening in your life, what you are concerned about and what brings you joy. He cares and will listen.
Thanks for stopping by to see what Fridays have to offer. After announcing Tuesdays would be all about tea, I am pretty sure you may have guessed that Fridays will be all about faith. After all, it is the name of the blog.
Yep, my goal will be to every Friday bring something that will help you look to God, see a little more of Him, and know Him more as your Abba. Speaking of father, one of the posts I’ll offer on Faith Fridays is something I hold very dear. I’ll be dusting off some pretty special notes – hand written sermons of my dad’s – to share thoughts from them.
Dad was a country preacher in Western PA, pastoring small churches but delivering powerful messages (written by an unbiased daughter – do those two words even go together?). I’ve had those notes neatly packed away for years, promising that someday I’d figure a way to share them. And here we are, it’s coming to be.
Dad’s notes won’t be the only postings, there’ll be insights from my own study of the Word, book reviews, community care ideas and a few guest posts here and there.
Come on by on Fridays to get a fresh dose of faith. If you don’t want to miss any posts, be sure to sign up to receive an email each time there’s a post or ‘like’ on Facebook.
One more thing, God certainly does consider dates. It just happens to be thirteen years to the day that Dad went home to see Abba.
Ok, so it’s been way too long since we have posted. Maybe we (I) haven’t been
doing what our blog name implies, pondering faith.
Got too busy, too distracted, to take time to ponder.
Today is a good day to begin again.
It’s so good that God doesn’t condemn when we take those ‘sabbaticals’ . He
patiently waits until we tune into Him again. Oh, I’ve come to Him since
February, that’s for sure, but more with my agenda than spending quiet time,
silent time to hear what He would say to me.
Imagine if I hiked a tall mountain to speak to a wise person and when I got there all I did was talk, then left to make my descent. I didn’t spend any time sitting and listening or
asking questions and waiting for an answer or enter conversation? That would be
a waste of time and energy, wouldn’t it.
I feel like I do that a lot. Spend all my time asking God for this and that, but no time actually allowing Him to communicate with me.
On this long holiday weekend, maybe it’s a good time to sit and listen to the wind blow, the birds sing, ponder God’s written Word (the Bible) and allow God to speak.
When we moved to Lancaster County, PA six years ago, we were welcomed with some interesting local sayings from the heavy PA Dutch influence here, and a whole new day of celebration we had never heard of – Fastnacht Day!
My husband works for a large farm equipment dealer in the area, so he really does rub shoulders with the people who have lived in this region all their lives, some families living and farming on homesteads dating back to revolutionary times. He came home our first year here with hole-less donuts and explained the tradition to me.
For those never hearing of the term, it’s actually Donut Day! Well, donut day with a purpose. Fastnacht Day occurs the day before Lent begins. In order to prepare for the beginning of Lent and so as not to waste anything, the day before Lent women would make hole-less donuts called fastnachts to use all the lard, shortening, etc. that they would be ‘giving up’ for Lent.
So, I am sitting here today eating my fastnacht, not because I’m giving up lard or shortening for Lent, but because it’s tradition. But it does get me to thinking what I might give up in this 40 days leading up to Easter Sunday. Some say it’s not a necessary thing to give anything up, that it’s all tradition, but I think it’s a good spiritual discipline to observe. We live in a culture where we have everything we need or want and then some. It seems good to deny ourselves of a few things or one big thing that we really like in order to draw our minds to Jesus and what He denied himself of for us.
Happy Fastnacht Day and why not take a few moments today and do a little soul-searching. Make a plan to give something up for Lent this year. Then let whatever you give up be a reminder to pray or read the Bible or a devotional. It might just draw you closer to Jesus and prepare you for a great Easter celebration.
Angry Birds may have turned into an obsession or addiction, but it did teach me a few things about anger.
If you’ve ever played the game, you know there are different types of angry birds.
A little red one that does damage on its own.
A little blue one that will morph into 3 blue ones for extra power.
A white egg-shaped one that will spin off into another direction when tapped.
A yellow triangle-shaped bird that will speed in for the kill at the right moment.
A black one that will hit the target, then in a few seconds explode doing even more damage.
I got to thinking that they all represent different ways we can exhibit anger or maybe different styles of anger.
Some people are like the red bird, they just spout off, and that‘s that, very direct.
Others are like the blue bird, they clone themselves, they bring several with them to spout off.
Then there are the people who are like the white bird, they position themselves to be deadly by hitting a target, but also aim for other strategic spots- sometimes they miss their mark and just spin out of control.
The yellow bird typeS start out to spout off and along the way gets more steamed up and hits hard at their target.
Then there’s the people who are like the deadly black bird, they hit their target then just explode killing or maiming the target and hurting a lot of other people in the process. They really set off a fire storm in their wake.
Hmm, wonder which one I am when I get angry. Can you pick out your style? Or maybe we use different approaches at different times.
All I know is that each type of angry bird leaves a path of destruction, some worse than others. And that’s what anger does. It tears down and destroys. Good word to live by: be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry. James 1:19
Angry Birds, thanks for the lesson in anger and I wonder if you could find a gentler, kinder way to accomplish your goal.
Sometimes we don’t realize the lasting impact the little things of life will make. This was driven home in a recent conversation with one of my kids.
We were talking about love — what it is, what it isn’t, how you express it. Not just romantic love, but exhibiting the characteristics of love in relationships, on the job with co-workers, in everyday circumstances when interacting with others.
I was going to look up I Corinthians 13 in the Bible because to me, that describes the characteristics of love in a way that I can understand and is so practical. My daughter began quoting it word for word before I could even google it. Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy …… I asked how she knew it, she said ‘Mom, how could I not, when I was growing up you had a picture on my bedroom wall with the words of those verses on it. I read it every night before I went to sleep.’
Right then, I realized that it’s the little things that have lingering effects on our children, for the good or bad. Making every effort to speak, show or allow them to read the truth of scripture in natural ways allows for it to settle deeply within for development of their character and be available in their memory for instant recall when needed.
It’s here, the one day every four years that we swear a President into office for four years. I gotta tell you, I feel a lump in my throat when I see such an exuberant, joyful, majestic and regal event bringing the nation together. There are few countries where such an event like this can take place for centuries.
To top it off, it’s also the day we remember Martin Luther King, Jr. No matter what your political persuasion, you just have to have national pride today.
Speaking of Rev. King, he deserves honor today. A man who took what he read in the Bible, made it his conviction and stood up for what he knew was true. I read this quote from him recently:
On some positions, cowardice asks the question, is it expedient? And then expedience comes along and asks the question, is it politic? Vanity asks the question, is it popular? Conscience asks the question, is it right? There comes a time when one must take the position that is neither safe nor politic nor popular, but he must do it because conscience tells him it is right.
I love that about Martin Luther King, Jr. He followed his conscience, formed from what He read in the Bible and did the hard thing, stood up against the flow and led a great movement to stop a great injustice. What I admire about him is that he stressed love and nonviolence in the face of some explosive situations. If you have time, read this great sermon of his delivered at the National Cathedral in 1968.
What a legacy he leaves, what a challenge he leaves to all of us to stand up for our convictions. What a country and what a day for the nation!