Grumbling vs. Gratitude

Hey Friend,


I will be fair and clue you in.  I am writing this post to myself as I hear God speaking to my heart and I'm letting you listen in and read along.  I have a bad case of the grumbles most likely due to stress.  I woke up with a stiff neck from stress the night before and my jaw hurt, probably from being clenched all night.


You see, my beloved, four legged, sweet, senior gal, Zoe is almost 14 years old and has "doggie dementia".  Yes, dogs can have dementia just like people.  She can't hear and she can't see too well.  Physically, she's still in good shape...loves her short walks and can get up and down stairs.  She will even run with you for a short distance.  You can tell, though, that she is confused and disoriented at times.  When she's not sleeping she wants to be where I am and gets distraught if she doesn't see me. 


We get through the days okay, but around 3 pm., now with the time change, her anxiety increases.  She is clearly more disoriented, restless, and agitated.  She'll move around a lot and can't seem to find contentment and peace.  In people they call it "Sundowners Syndrome".  With dogs, though, they bark or vocalize.  It starts out as intermittent barking and then crescendos as the evening drags on.  By 8 pm. it's incessant.


 I love her dearly because she is so sweet.  I don't want to see her suffer. I know she's not doing any of this purposefully, but my husband and I begin to grow irritated and resentful.  It's a vicious cycle that repeats itself night after night.  We've tried every combination of medicine and natural remedies.


The problem is...there is no cure.  It is pretty certain that it will either stay the same or get worse.  I try to weigh whether it's more compassionate to let go or keep holding on because her good moments outweigh or at least balance the bad???  Clearly I am torn and it's tearing at my heart.  I don't like the moody, grumbling person I am turning into.  My spirit is clearly focused on the negative right now and I don't like being here. 


I asked God for wisdom and He very clearly led me to Psalm 103. 


Praise the Lord, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.  Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits - who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.


The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.  (Psalm 103: 1-5, 8)


When I read this I want to cry because right now I am so inwardly focused on my misery and grumbling, but everything in these verses is so outwardly focused. 


Not only is it outwardly focused, but it is intrinsically good.


Instead of grumbling, David is offering up gratitude.  He repeats the word "Praise" three times.  He is actively thanking God for all of his blessings.  He is not dismissing or forgetting all the benefits that have come from His hand.  He is thanking and praising God from the depths of his soul.


Could outward gratitude be the antidote for inward grumbling???


I am then struck by God's outward and good deeds toward David.  David names several  action verbs that are outward and good intentioned...


He forgives all my sins, and heals all my diseases, He redeems me from the pit, and He crowns me with love and compassion. He satisfies my desires, and He renews my youth.


This makes me pause and think...if I were to tally my words of grumbling vs. my words of gratitude, how would I make out?  What would the tally reveal?  I believe it would reveal that...


An inwardly focused soul can be no outwardly good....and...


God is, indeed, good and I need to remember to thank and praise Him.


I am also struck by verse 8 and I read it over slowly emphasizing certain words...


The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.


Unlike me, whose compassion toward, and love for my dog can quickly turn to irritation and resentment, God is not like that.  Let me say it again...


God is not like me...Praise! 


God's compassion never stops flowing...it's endless.  His grace never dries up...it's a perpetual pool.  He is ALWAYS slow to anger...never losing His temper.  God is abounding in love...His kindness toward me never fails.


Before I come down too hard on myself, I read verses 13 and 14:


As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who revere him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.


What a relief to know that God has compassion on me...because He truly knows what a frail mortal I am. 


He knows that I am dust.


So where does this all leave me??  It is getting harder and harder to be outwardly focused on others.  It's getting more difficult to show compassion and love toward the weak.  Grumbling vs. gratitude continues to come from my lips.


I pray for my sweet baby girl to pass in her sleep because I don't want to have to make this decision. 


I want to have God's depth of love and compassion...but I don't want to play God...


So I pray for the strength and wisdom to deal with what is at the core of my grumbling.  I pray for the ability to show gratitude in the midst of trials. 


Life is not always black or white...sometimes pain and gratitude need to coexist. 


I pray for patience to let this be so, in my life, right now.


So I will offer up a prayer of praise and thanksgiving.  I will ask for God's wisdom which He promises me.  I will sit with and celebrate the sweet companion God has given me for the past 14 years. 


And when the time is right...I will pray her on....


Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for leading me lovingly to your word when I am struggling.  I praise you and thank you for your never ending grace, compassion, and lovingkindness toward me.  I am so thankful that you are not like me...Your ways are so much higher.  I can't even comprehend the depth of Your love toward me.  Where there is confusion in my life, give me Your wisdom.  When my heart is grumbling, bring to mind gifts to be grateful for. More than anything, Lord, give me Your peace that passes understanding.  In Jesus name I pray, Amen.


Be blessed...




ps. I am seeking compassionate hearts to bring some measure of joy to the orphans and destitute children who find refuge at Redeemer Christian School in Pakistan.  I have trouble picturing a child not getting a single gift for Christmas.  Will you help me bring a gift to each of our 30 precious children this year?  A Gift of only $25. will make that happen.  We are still a ways off from making this a reality and I'm asking for your help.  One child...one gift...one Christmas meal.  You can make that happen...


Please send contributions soon to:


Bev Rihtarchik (put RCS in the memo line)
103 Silver Lining Lane
Cary, NC  27513


PRAISE: for our attorney who is a godsend and walking us through the filing process for 501c3 non-profit status.  God is indeed good!


For more on Redeemer Christian School visit my "MISSIONS" tab.

Have You Ever Been Persecuted For Your Faith?

Hey Friend,


It troubles me, in this world, how much we persecute each other for differences.  It is pure cowardice that says I can harass you or harm you because you are of a different race, ethnicity, political mindset, religious belief, or just plain different from me. 


Being able to hide behind social media devices contributes to this.  What begins as somewhat innocent name calling, morphs into bullying, and in it's grossest form can be what starts wars.  We don't seem to have learned much from history either.  Unfortunately what we don't remember, we are doomed to repeat. 


I have never been persecuted for my faith.  The worst I received was jeeringly being called "the littlest angel" by mean girls on the cheerleading squad because I hurried off after practice to get to my church youth group meetings.  Lately, however, being categorized as a "Christian" has taken on a somewhat derogatory meaning.  It means I am close-minded, not enlightened, and puritanical. 


Still, I don't fear going to church on Sunday.  I can carry around my Bible in public and no one really cares.  I can wear a cross around my neck or sing off-key to Christian praise music with my car windows down and basically nothing happens.  It's a non-event. I am guilty of taking my religious freedom for granted.


Not so in other parts of the world.  I can't speak for all countries in the Middle East, but I do know of some particular events in Pakistan.  Most of the atrocities are carried out by extremists...but many turn a blind eye.  Christians make up less than 1.5% of the population in this country.  I admit I do not know what it feels like to be such a radical minority.


If you carry around a Bible in public, you can be accused of violating the "blasphemy laws" and be locked in jail and the key thrown away.  You fear going to church or any type of Christian gathering because suicide bombers have showed up and have detonated lethal amounts of explosives on themselves killing and maiming hundreds and thousands. 


A beautiful young Christian couple who refused to denounce Christ as their Savior was forced into a kiln and slowly incinerated inside.  A youth who was asked if he was a Christian, dared to say, "Yes".  He was then doused with petroleum and set ablaze in broad daylight in the city streets.  The authorities did nothing.


"For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it."  (Matthew 16:25)




 Christians are employed, generally, in the lowest and most menial positions if at all.  Their children work as slaves for other wealthy families because their parents, though they try, can't support them. 


If you are a Christian you live with a target on your back...


Not unlike when the Nazis painted the Star of David symbol on the houses of Jews during WWII, Islamic extremists paint the Arabic symbol for "N" or Nazarene on the fronts of houses where Christians live.

Can you imagine the fear of returning to your home to see this symbol in blood red paint on the front of your home?  I can only imagine that it must be terrifying. I ask myself...would I be willing to die for my beliefs???
 

Sunday, November 1st, is the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church.

I invite you to pray for our brothers and sisters in Christ around the world who are persecuted and tortured because they know what it truly means to pick up their cross and follow Jesus. Will you pray with me for them?  Will you pray for an end to the persecution, the hatred, the war that has broken out because the world has failed to follow the Lord's greatest commandment of Love Others As You Love Yourself.

On Sunday, I will be wearing this traditional Pakistani dress, or kameez, with its beautiful embroidery as a symbol of standing in solidarity with persecuted Christians around the world and in Pakistan in particular.



 So what can you do on this day in addition to praying?  You can let a small group of orphaned and destitute children who are growing in their relationship with Jesus and claim Him as their Savior know that Jesus, and others, have not forgotten them.  You can be a messenger of love, and light, and hope that their faith is not in vain...that God does, indeed, care.

I invite you to my "Missions" tab to see how $25 can bring Christmas to these precious and innocent believers in a world where all they see is persecution.  Because of their poverty, this will most likely be the only gift the children of Redeemer Christian School receive this Christmas.  Will you join me in letting them know that Jesus sees them and loves them? (Please send contributions by Nov. 10th).

Dear Heavenly Father, Forgive me Lord for the times that I do not love others as much as I love myself.  Be with our world that is filled with prejudice and persecution.  Where there is hate, let me be an instrument of your love.  Be with my brothers and sisters in Christ who are tortured because of their devotion to You.  Heal our hearts and heal our world.  Let me share love with the "least of these" so that they know that they are not forgotten.  Thank you, Lord, for your love and the hope that can only be found in You.  In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

Be blessed...

A Song Of Praise To The Rock Of My Salvation

Hey Friend,


This week I am trying something a little different.  I am no poet, or lyricist, or songwriter.  All I know is that sometimes when our heart is hurting it is good to dig deep and offer up a song or psalm of praise to Jesus, the rock or our salvation.  I ask you to kindly overlook poor grammar, lousy syntax, and punctuation errors as I attempt to just see where my heart and my hands will take me as I meditate on Jesus....the Rock. 


Let me first start with my "life verse" (a psalm by David):


I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry.  He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.  He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.  Many will see and be in awe and put their trust in the Lord.  (Psalm 40: 1-3)


O Lord, how many times have you lifted me out of the shifting and sinking sands known as anxiety, depression, and despair?  Since my youth, you have faithfully stretched out your righteous right hand...grabbed hold of mine and pulled me out.  When the only words I could cry out were, "Help me Jesus" You listened. 


 You heard my cry. As hot tears burned my cheeks and my face hid in a pillow you lifted me. Gently you turned my face toward yours. Out of the mud and mire you drew me unto yourself.  You washed me clean and put my feet, not on slippery sand, but on a solid and secure rock.  You gave me strength when I was faint.  You gently held me like a helpless lamb in your strong arms until, once again, I was able to stand.
 


More than I could ever dream or imagine you restored joy to my soul.  From the grave of weeping you pulled me out and restored hope to my dying soul.  I never thought that joy could spring forth again...but You, O Lord are able to do the impossible.  You are faithful to your promise that though weeping endures for the night...joy...yes JOY comes in the morning. 


For I proclaim the name of the Lord; ascribe greatness to our God! "The Rock!  His work is perfect, for all his ways are just; a God of faithfulness without injustice, righteous and upright is he."  (Deuteronomy 32: 3-4)




On my own I am struggling, straining, striving, sinking, sorrowing.  But You, Lord...You are my rock...the Rock of my Salvation.  You save me, you shelter me, you sustain me, you shield me, you give me safety, you give me strength.  You are my Savior. 


Jesus, just like God lifted Joseph from the pit, He lifted you from the pit of Hell and fixed you firmly and eternally.  Together with you I stand on the same elevated, sure, and everlasting rock of divine favor and faithfulness.  Praise to God that He has lifted us all.  In His divine mercy he doesn't leave us in our descent...no...He resurrects us to new life in you. 


Though the enemy prowls about looking to destroy me...You, Jesus are my Rock.  You are my fortress, my deliverer, my refuge, my redeemer, my restorer, my stronghold, my shield.  I claim you as the horn of my salvation. 


"The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold and my refuge; my Savior, you save me from violence."  (2 Samuel 22:2-3)


O Lord, when your children Israel came out of Egypt and were parched in the desert, you burst forth living water from a rock to quench their thirst.  So many times I have been in the desert.  A desert of sorrow, or fear, or confusion, or doubt, but yet O faithful one you bring forth water from the rock to satisfy my needs. 


 You don't just sprinkle me in your love and living water...no you pour down on me like a thunderous waterfall.  You drench me in your love and in your vast pool of mercy I am soaked...soaked by the blood of the lamb who died for me...soaked in the endless stream of love and mercy and grace.  Your grace falls on me fresh and cold and life giving. Thank you Lord for the water you generously give me from the rock that saved Israel.


When the enemy pursues me with his ominous shadow of guilt and shame.  You hide me Lord, in the cleft of your rock.  There and only there I am safe.  I am hidden from the evil one and you will not let him touch me.  No, in you I am safe and secure.  You will never forsake me nor let me go.  I praise you that your promises are true and trustworthy. You will not let shame claim me.


Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal.  (Isaiah 26:4)


When I am weary and worn, you my Lord and my rock, hide me in the refuge of your wings.  I rest my tired head upon your rock and you cover me ever so gently with your feathers.  You wrap me in love, and security blankets me as I fall ever so securely asleep in you presence. You are warm and gentle. Your presence gives me peace. 


You are my rock and my fortress in all life's storms.  No matter how high the waters rise...your rock that I stand upon stands even higher.  So true you are to the promise that you will never let the waters sweep over me.  The storms and waves may swirl about me...but my feet stand firm and secure upon you O Lord.


You are not only the rock...you are the cornerstone, Jesus, of my faith.  You are the foundation and you are the capstone.  You are the Alpha and the Omega.  When the world wants to crush my faith...they can't because you are strong and keep my faith standing firm. You, O my rock, crush the shackles that bind me and I am set free to dance in your delight. 


You give me purpose, passion, pleasure, peace and you and you alone make me perfect. 


Behold, a King will reign righteously and princes will rule justly.  Each will be like a refuge from the wind and a shelter from the storm, like streams of water in a dry country, like the shade of a huge rock in a parched land.  (Isaiah 32: 1-2)


You, O Lord, bore the storm so that by me it would pass and I would be spared.  How ever do I thank you?  How often can I praise your name that would be worthy of the love you have lavished upon me.  O for a thousand tongues to sing your praises Lord. 


 O that I could build altars for every time you have rescued me, saved me and brought me THROUGH the valley of the shadow of death.  You never left me there...no you bring me through.  You lead me beside the still waters and you make me lie down in your green pastures.  Thank you Lord, my rock, for restoring my soul over and over again.  




I can never ever thank you enough for what you have done for me.  Even if you never do another single thing for me...it will be enough that you set me free from sin.  You paid the price.  You and you alone.  It is finished. 


I am yours...O Lord, my rock...the rock of my salvation...




Be blessed...



An invitation to spread Christmas Joy...
Will you join with me in bringing Christmas Joy to Redeemer Christian School in Lahore, Pakistan?  What we provide will, most likely, be the only gift that these children will receive this Christmas.  $25 will provide one child with a warm article of clothing, a small toy/gift, and a warm and hearty Christmas meal.  **$$ needed by November 15, to bring Christmas Joy**

Here are some of the faces of the students (orphans and impoverished children) who will have joyous smiles due to your generosity this Christmas season...if you decide to give.




We also have children on a waiting list hoping for sponsors...$10/Month will take one child off the streets and bring them into the safety of the classroom. Would you consider sponsoring one child for one year? 


$25 for Christmas or $10/month for sponsorship:


Send contributions to:  Bev Rihtarchik (put RCS in the memo line)
                                      103 Silver Lining Lane
                                      Cary, NC  27513


Visit the "Missions" tab on this blog for more information on RCS.


**In process of filing for 501c3 registration**


Thank you...may God richly bless you...

Would Jesus Take A Selfie??

Hey Friend,


I recently read an article in "The Washington Street Journal" by Robert Scherrer, a college professor.  I'll explain later just what this has to do with selfies, but read this snippet...it really had me laughing.


(begin quote)
College Visits:  When did looking for a college turn into a modern version of the 18th-century Grand Tour?  The first time I saw my college was when my parents dropped me off to start my freshman year.  Now a college search involves traipsing the width and breadth of the United States.  All this, when getting information is easier than ever.  My children can go online and learn the course requirements for any program at any university in a matter of minutes.  They can look up the content of every class offered, and check out which ones are scheduled late enough to let them sleep until noon.  So why the cross-country junkets?


The Answer:  the elusive idea of "fit." A prospective student is supposed to step onto the college quad, be struck on the forehead by a ray of light, feel a sense of divine inspiration, and say: "Yes I have found It.  This is the place I belong."  Do you want to know my definition of "fit"?  A good fit is a college that your parents can afford with a strong program in the field you want to study.  Plus a place to buy Cheetos at midnight.   (end quote)


Not long before I read this article, I was "blessed" enough to see a video-gone-viral of some college sorority girls at a baseball game...humor me and take a gander won't you?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLtrJCFNeX0


I must admit, I'm not big on selfies of myself.  It's either "ooohh"... bad hair day..."uh oh"...wrinkles like the grand canyon..."oh dear"....turkey gizzard neck..."my-oh-my" nose looks huge.  The only redeeming quality is that you can't see my tummy roll in most head-shot selfies lol.


But seriously, what do the snippet from the WSJ and the video have in common?


The emphasis on "I", "Me", and "Where does the center of my universe lie?"


What can my university do for me, instead of what value can I add to this university??  Big difference.


So, do I think Jesus would take a selfie???  After all, a cool gangsta pic with the lame man, now walking, would probably get a lot of "Likes" on Facebook...


But, No, I don't think Jesus would take a selfie and here's why....


Jesus does not need to draw attention to himself or build himself up.  After all He's part of the triune Godhead of the Universe.  He doesn't need anyone's likes or dislikes.  He really doesn't NEED anyone or anything at all.  He is the Alpha and the Omega.  He is the great I am!


What Jesus is truly about is others and in particular reaching out and touching others.


I counted at least 20 miracles in the Bible where Jesus stopped, reached out and touched or was touched, and in doing so...He healed. 


Jesus literally forgot about himself and was focused on the needs of others:  a man with leprosy, blind men in Capernaum, a woman who could not stand straight,  a sick boy, the dead son of a widow, a lame man, and others with diseases too many to name.


His hand followed His heart...and His heart was truly with others. 


Even in His miracles of healing, it wasn't just about healing that one person.  Jesus' miracles were symbolic...meant to enlighten all sinners who watched and who also needed saving.  See if you can see the symbolism in the account of the blind man just out side Bethsaida:


They came to Bethsaida, and some people brought a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him.  He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village.  When he had spit  on the man's eyes and put his hands on him, Jesus asked, "Do you see anything?" 


He looked up and said, "I see people; they look like trees walking around."  Once more Jesus put his hands on the man's eyes.  Then his eyes were opened, his sight restored, and he saw everything clearly.  Jesus sent him home, saying, "Don't go into the village."  (Mark 8:22-26)


Here's Jesus opening the eyes of the blind...both literally and figuratively. 


Wouldn't this be the best moment for a selfie?  Everyone joyous, smiling, SEEING!!  But no, Jesus sends the man on his way and, furthermore, tells him not to go into the village.  In other words...don't cause a commotion or broadcast what Jesus had just done.


Jesus is, in essence, the "anti-selfie".  God, Jesus' Heavenly Father, is at the center of Jesus' universe, then comes others, then comes himself.


We are all selfish and vain creatures to a certain extent.  Left alone in a large empty room to think, we soon start thinking about our own problems and the thoughts turn inward. 


What if, for a moment, we thought about the people outside the room, on the other side of the door, on the other side of the globe? 


What if instead of focusing inward we turned our hearts outward and THEN let our hands follow in order to touch those who then we see.  Those who need us to do something?  What if?


What...


if?


Dear Heavenly Father, forgive me for being all about, and consumed with myself.  You created me first - to love You.  Then you said - love others.  Help me to rearrange my priorities to be aligned with Your heart.  Help me not only to see, but to be brave enough to reach out and touch...to extend a helping hand.  There are people walking around blind.  Give me courage to share the Good News that would open their veiled eyes.  Where there is disease, and death, and dying, let me shine light, and love, and hope. In short, help me to be more like Jesus.  It is in His precious name that I pray, Amen.


Be blessed...



Ps. Next week I will be attending the Allume Conference for Christian writers and bloggers so I will not be posting.  I pray that I will return renewed and rekindled with ways to share His love.  I invite you, in the meantime, to peruse the Archives...


Update on Redeemer Christian School:  PRAISE!  I spent a lot of time this week working on matching 30 orphaned and destitute children at the school with their sponsors who have committed to sponsoring them for this year.  What JOY!  We still have so many needs:  tables and chairs (so the children don't have to sit on carpets on the hard ground all day), printer, projector, textbooks, 2 laptops for 30 children to share, notebooks, art supplies, etc.  ***Contributions toward the $400 filing fee for 501c3 status***


Our ultimate dream is to have our own building...we believe in miracles!


If you can help out in any way...no gift is too small...would you visit us at the "MISSIONS" tab and consider reaching out and touching?

Why Encouragement Is Crucial

Hey Friend,


I follow through on my promise to readers... I pray every morning and every evening for those who take the time to read my blog.  I admit that when I look at the statistics of where, around the globe, readers are tuning in from, my heart leaps because I wonder if perhaps I am introducing the gospel of the Good News to someone for the first time?!  Bringing new believers into the fold is truly exciting stuff!!


This last time, when I was praying for readers, I distinctly felt God telling me that it's crucial to build up the body of believers...those who have already claimed Christ as their Savior.  Be they new believers, or people who have believed for decades, I felt God's strong urging that THESE are the ones I need to build up today. 


Why is it so important to build up believers?  I don't think God was saying not to care about unbelievers, but His emphasis, at this point in time, was definitely on those who claim Him.


Believers are doing Kingdom work.  They are about doing God's work and building His kingdom and thus have a giant target on their backs. You could say that believers are marked men and women.


In almost every sport you have your star athletes...the ones that the opposing team is doing everything within their power to disable and render ineffective.  This is what the enemy does with star believers.  He targets them.  He seeks them out and his aim is not only to isolate and disable, but to destroy. 


Rest assured...if you are doing things to advance the Kingdom, you have a target on your back.


The enemy has studied you.  He knows your Achilles heal.  He knows just what buttons to push.  He knows what words and thoughts will play into your insecurities and bring you down. 


There is a myth that Believers are immune to the attacks and schemes of the enemy.  Nothing could be further from the truth.


We (believers) know that God is on our side and on the side of other believers. I believe this lulls us into thinking that somehow we are immune to the enemy's attacks.  We have God's word as our sword and a whole suit of armor to put on...so we should be invincible...right?


Yes, we are more than conquerors, but that doesn't mean that the enemy is unable to injure or disable us in some way.  This side of Heaven it will always be a battle.


I have an anxiety disorder (ocd).  During a recent episode, you better believe that the enemy came along to kick me when I was down.  He knew exactly which buttons to push.  Even though I fought back with God's truth, His power, and His strength, I was battle weary when it was all said and done...not much use to anyone. 


What then can we do??  I believe the first thing to do is to recognize when we are under attack.  My dad used to have a saying, "If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck...chances are it IS a duck."


For me it has meant learning the "red flags" that the enemy is at work:


     * Does the thought bring on anxiety, fear, depression, or despair?
     * Do the thoughts that come condemn me and produce guilt?
     * Do the thoughts make me feel insecure or incapable?
     * Do they in any way make me feel like a failure?
     * Do they suck me into the comparison trap?


If I can answer "Yes" to any of these questions...I know the enemy is at work.  Recognition is the first cue that we need to run to God. 


The Lord says, " I will fight for you, you need only to be still."  (Exodus 14:14)


Also as brothers and sisters in Christ, we need to recognize the enemy at work in others...and then draw near with compassion and encouragement.  Here are some things we can do:


     * Tune in when others are talking and truly listen.  Ask probing questions.


     * Be present and intentional in your time together.  Don't assume because
        they claim Christ that they aren't struggling...we ALL struggle.


     * Ask How are you doing...REALLY?  and What can I specifically pray for you
        you? (Asking for specifics helps us get at the heart of the problem)


     * Never assume that another Christian is not under an attack and has it all
        together 24/7...it just ain't so!


Believers are often the last to admit they have a problem or are struggling because they feel it shows a lack of faith and trust in God. 


No one...I mean NO ONE is immune!!


I have been trying to examine my words to see if they:


Build up vs. Tear down?


Aggravate vs. Edify?


Suck the life out vs. Supply or breathe Life in?


Whether we are talking to believers or non-believers, here are some scriptural litmus tests that I use to evaluate what is about to come out of my mouth.  I hope they will help you as much as they help me...


Like apples of gold in settings of silver is a word aptly spoken. (Proverbs 25:11)


Therefore encourage one another and build each other up. (1 Thessalonians 5:11)


And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.  (Hebrews 10: 24-25)


**My emphasis on "not neglecting to meet together".  No believer is an island and I KNOW that I have to meet with other believers to share my joys, my struggles, and to receive encouragement.  We need to be the hands and feet of Jesus to one another!!


Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another. (Proverbs 27:17)


Let no unwholesome (corrupt/rotten) word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, so that it will give grace (build up) those who hear.  (Ephesians 4:29)


Finally: "Greater is He who is in you/me than he who is in the world." (1 John 4:4)  Take heart believers!!


It is absolutely crucial that we take the time to build up the Body of Believers and allow ourselves to be vulnerable so that others can build us up.  Putting on masks or facades of everything being "fine" really hurts our mission in the long run.  How can a doctor help you if you don't tell him where it hurts??


Also, non-believers will be more enticed to explore a relationship with Jesus if they see believers being authentic encouragers that take the time to build each other up. 


No one wants to join a country only to remain being an island...


How can you build up and encourage other believers?  How do you need to be built up?  Where do you run when under attack?




Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you that you don't leave me alone to fight battles when I'm under attack.  Some days I don't cope too well and your tender voice tells me...it's okay...I am here.  "I will uphold you with my righteous and faithful right hand."  Thank you Lord for your promise that if I am still, You will fight for me.  Help me to identify the attacks of the enemy in myself and in others.  Help me to take the time to encourage and edify others so that they might be lifted up along the way. Enable me to be vulnerable so that others can pray for defenses in the places where I am weak.  Your love brings life, O Lord.  Help me to breathe in that life and to speak it into others.  In the name of your precious son, Jesus, I pray.  Amen




Be blessed...





Ps. Meet Adil.  Here are pictures before and after he came to Redeemer Christian School.  For only $10/month you can enable him to stay in school where he finds, light, love, and hope.  There is no future for the orphans of the streets. Much danger awaits there.  Please bring the love of Jesus and the hope of an education to Adil and other children like him. What if your child couldn't go to school?  Wouldn't you want someone to enable him/her to go?


Please visit the "MISSIONS" tab to donate.  We can make a difference one life at a time!!  Will you prayerfully consider becoming a sponsor?

When You're In The Eye Of The Storm

Hey Friend,


I lived in the Midwest for five years with my family...right in the heart of tornado alley.  I vividly recall the weird greenish cast the sky would take on when a storm was headed our way.  That was usually my cue to turn on the weather channel and watch for any watches or warnings we may be under. 


Sure enough the winds would start building and the clouds would take on an ominous appearance.  I've lost track of the number of times the dreaded, but necessary, tornado sirens would go off.  My daughter, now grown, is still traumatized by sirens of any sort.  Thankfully we had one of the few basements on our street so my neighbors knew that when the sirens went off, to just come over and come in, and we'd all meet in the basement. 


We'd try to talk calmly among ourselves as the kids busied themselves with toys in the basement.  It was called putting on the façade that all was okay so as to avoid sheer panic and tears.  We could hear the wind whipping into a frenzy; the wind would whistle through any miniscule cracks around the windows and doors.  We'd listen to the battery operated radio as to the tracking of the storm.  There were some very tense times when tornados were, indeed, spotted and were tracking in our direction.  We'd watch the time and tick off the minutes as danger approached. 


It always happened, though, that just as quickly as the wind and noise grew to a crescendo, all of a sudden an eerie silence would settle in.  You knew the wind had stopped and all was painstakingly still.  We knew then that we were in the eye of the storm.  Kind of ironic that in the center of this massive, swirling, storming entity, was a safe and quiet place known as the eye. 
 


This past week, I have been in my own personal tornado.  Just a month off knee surgery, I was hit with a pretty sudden and scary setback.  I was already weary from dealing with some other personal issues and was grieving the possibility that I might have to put my beloved, senior gal, Zoe to sleep.  Her barking has grown incessant at times.


Enter my anxiety disorder and the enemy lurking to kick me when I was already down, and I was a sitting duck... a ready made disaster, waiting to happen.  To say that I came unglued was an understatement.  I was a complete and total mess!


In the middle of it all, one of my beloved blogging friends emailed me and ended her loving message with this scripture:


"Do not fear, for I am with you; do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.  I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with my righteous right hand....


For I am the Lord your God, who upholds your right hand, who says, 'Do not fear, I will help you.'"   (Isaiah 41: 10,13)


Though I know this scripture, I wrote it down on a small piece of paper and I carried it around with me everywhere.  By the end of a few days it was creased and crumpled from being opened, read, and meditated on too many times to count.


Deep down I was having a confidence crisis...doubting myself and doubting that God is who He says He is and does what He says He will do.


OCD (anxiety disorder) is justly named "the doubter's disease".


**I am interrupted as I am writing this post to hear the shocking news that the youngest son of wonderful, loving parents in our congregation just took his life...death by his own hand. 


He had served a long tour overseas in the military and wrote, in his final message to his parents, that he could no longer live with the horrific images that filled his days and nights with atrocities (murder, killing, torture, abuse, rape) that he could no longer push away.  The victim of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), the only way he could find peace was to end the agony.**


THIS is a STORM.  What his parents are facing right now IS A STORM.  They make my recent experience look a raindrop compared to a hurricane.  No parent should ever have to bury their child...


Now, more than ever, I am brought back to Isaiah 41.  WHERE IS GOD IN LIFE'S STORMS? 


God is in the eye of the storm...He IS the eye of the storm.


In this verse, above, when God says He will strengthen you...the verb implies that God will attach you to Himself.


For the first several months of my son's life, he was very fussy.  Much to others disapproval, I strapped him onto the front of me (I attached him to myself) with a baby carrier, and there and only there, he felt safe, secure, comfortable, peaceful, and calm.  


Well meaning people warned he would never learn to sleep in his own bed.  I'm pleased to report that my son, now 22, could sleep hanging upside down by his toes in a closet.


When attached to God...we can feel calm in the midst of the storm.


I pray those grieving parents will allow God to attach them to Himself...


God speaks with such tenderness in this verse.  When God says, "Do not be dismayed," that is derived from the Hebrew meaning "to see, or to look at".  In other words, He is saying, "Don't look about as one does in a state of alarm or danger."


"I will uphold you..."  I will enable you to bear ALL your trials. How?


"...with my righteous right hand."  This was a Hebrew mode of expression that meant that God's hand was faithful - His hand could be relied upon and counted upon. His hand had been faithful for generations.


"I am your God" = Covenant or Promise
     *You can depend on My love
     *You can be sure of My power
     *You will be comforted and supported by Me


God means so much what He says that He repeats it twice for emphasis...again he repeats His promise in verse 13. 


"Don't panic. I'm with you.  There's no need to fear for I am your God.  I'll give you strength.  I'll help you.  I'll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you." (The Message)


I think of baby lion cubs.  When they are heading for danger or trouble and can't hold on to their momma.  The mother lioness gently grabs them, with her mouth, by the scruff of the neck and removes them from the danger or trouble and places them gently beside her. 


I think...how many times have I not been able to hang onto God, but in His unfathomable grace and mercy, He holds me by the scruff of my neck and pulls me toward Himself and into the eye of the storm where all is safe and calm.


Though the winds may storm and swirl about me, God says, "I have a firm grip on you and I'm never letting go."


God avenges, protects, and provides a way when no way seems walkable.


Are you in a storm right now?  Are the winds swirling around you and you've lost your grip on God?  If not, are you prepared for when the next storm will hit?  Where will you find calm?


Will you pray with me?


Lord, I lift up those parents who are groaning with grief.  Hold them with your hand and attach them to yourself.  I thank you that you promise and covenant with me that I can depend on your righteous right hand...that I can be sure of your power...that You will comfort, support, and hold me and never let me go.  I thank you that your grasp is firm.  Help me not to look about me at the storm, but instead to keep my eyes focused on you.  You promise you will fight for me if I only remain still in You.  I place my confidence and trust in You Lord...the One who never leaves nor forsakes.  Be with all those who desperately need You, Your hand, right now.  In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.


Be blessed...


Ps.  A TRUE STORY:  A little girl, about the age of 10, tends to a crying baby in a restaurant as the family she serves casually eats their meal.  She is their slave.  Her dress is ragged and her hair unkempt. Her eyes look sad and wistful.  She wears a tiny cross around her neck.  If she's lucky she will be allowed to eat from scraps on their plates when the meal is finished.  Even though she is a slave...she trusts Jesus.  Her dream is to go to school, but her mother (a widow) cannot afford the price for school.  Still she dreams of making something of her life.  I wonder if she questions where Jesus is as she looks at the atrocities happening to believers in her country?




THIS LITTLE GIRL COULD POSSIBLY BE A STUDENT AT REDEEMER CHRISTIAN SCHOOL...HOW?


We are two sponsors away from having full sponsorship for our current students who all have similar stories. (RCS shares the love of Christ with believers and non-believers alike). THEN...we can begin adding more students to our roster if people, like you, will let these children know that Jesus does INDEED care.


God calls us in Psalm 68:5 to be a father to the fatherless, a defender of widows...to help those who are oppressed, and do not have the power to help themselves...




$10/month will sponsor one child for one year.  If you want to give a desperate and destitute child hope...


Send contributions to:  Bev Rihtarchik (put RCS in the memo line)
                                   103 Silver Lining Lane
                                   Cary, NC  27513


Also a special fund is being set up to pay for 501c3 filing fees (we're working on it!!) Note if you want to earmark $$ for this fund.


Thank you...
 Meet Nisha.  She cried when she was sponsored and knew she could attend RCS.  This is a dream come true for a little orphaned girl who was cleaning houses to survive.  She is 10. She loves reading her new Bible in Urdu.

When You Don't Feel Eloquent Enough

Hey Friend,


I was talking candidly with a friend of mine who is not a believer.  We had been discussing a lot of topics and then in a winding road sort of way we wound up on the topic of God.  I could sense it...I knew where this conversation was headed...to the dreaded "all roads/religions can lead to God". I felt my heart quicken because I knew I would need to say something.  But what if the something that came spilling out of my mouth wasn't eloquent enough?  In mere seconds I could become a star witness for Christ or I could be a dismal failure. 


My gut instinct was to immediately start talking.  After all, I am passionate about Christ, but this time I did something different.  I silently prayed, "Lord, give me the right words."  Then, I paused and took a deep breath, and thought for a second, and then slowly I began to speak.  I honestly can't remember exactly what I said, but I felt the power of the Holy Spirit bring to mind specific scriptures and very basic Biblical truth.


Luke 10:27 sprang to mind: 


"Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and love your neighbor as yourself."


We talked about how these were good principles to live by.  We talked about how killing in God's name does not follow these principles.  She agreed that whoever said this would be a good person to emulate.


The doorway was opened for me to share that this is what Jesus said to his disciples when they asked what one must do in order to inherit eternal life.  We both could agree that Jesus was a pretty smart man. 


I resisted the urge to launch into a theological debate about how Christianity is the only "grace" based religion.  That in every other religion you have to earn or work toward your salvation...you have to be good enough.


Instead, I simply shared that I believe what's written in the Bible to be true.  And, in the Bible, Jesus says:


"I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me."  (John 14:6)



After I shared that scripture, I did something really profound...I stopped talking.  I just let it rest.  I let Jesus have the last word.


The Holy Spirit had also reminded me of the importance to not just read, but to KNOW scripture.  I'm a work in progress.


As a writer and blogger, so many times I compare my words and how I say things to how others write and express truth.  I know some writers whose words, frankly, leave me breathless.  I read what they say and can only say, "Wow!"  It's easy for me to get down on myself because I don't write about God's Word and the power of Jesus as eloquently or as profoundly as they do, so why even bother? 


God, being the awesome God that He is gave me another nugget of wisdom after He showed me how powerful HIS WORD can be if I pause and pray before I speak.  This next nugget of wisdom came as I have been reading Paul's letters to the different churches.


I started with Romans, and part way into 1 Corinthians 1, I read in Chapter 2 these enlightening words from Paul (The guy who not that long before, was killing Christians for sport and is now writing letters that would shape the world's faith for centuries to come).


Paul to the church in Corinth:


When I came to you, brothers, I did not come with eloquence or superior wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God.  For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.  I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling.  My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit's power, so that your faith might not rest on men's wisdom, but on God's power.


Whoa!!


Paul's point is that unless the Holy Spirit works in a listener's heart, the wisdom and eloquence of a preacher (or writer) are ineffective. It was humbling to read that Paul, the author of much of the inspired Word, experienced weakness, fear, and trembling when it came to proclaiming the Good News.  Paul turns the whole idea of "our" eloquence on its head...in fact...


If we resolve to make Christ, His life, and His teaching the sole subject of our words...then...the Holy Spirit can work in the hearts of our listeners. The Holy Spirit, not our words, does the convincing. Then, God is glorified...not us.


I don't know about you, but to me, that was a huge relief to know that someone else's coming to faith or growing in faith is not dependent upon my intellectual or oratorical ability.  It doesn't depend on how beautifully my words flow onto the paper.  It is really about sharing Christ (THE Word) and His words and then let the result be marked by the convincing demonstration of power by the Holy Spirit.


Yes, God can even use me!


I am truly learning that often, the less said the better.  I'm choosing more carefully the words I speak.  I am learning to pause and pray before opening my mouth or unleashing my fingers on the laptop keyboard.


I have also learned that people can argue theology until the cows come home, but they can't argue with my personal testimony of my personal relationship with Jesus and the hope I have within me, because of Him.


Basic, Simple, Truth, Less....it was good enough for Paul.  Certainly, it's good enough for me.


Be blessed...


Dear Heavenly Father,  I praise you because I am "fearfully and wonderfully made".  Your Word tells me that.  Help me to know that my words, whether spoken or written, do not have to be perfect or eloquent in order for the Holy Spirit to use them to work in someone else's life.  Help me to speak/write, just as I am, and trust the convincing work to you.  Let my focus be less on my words and thoughts and more on Jesus' life and teaching.  Help me to remember that there truly is power in your Word and it doesn't return void.  Encourage me to speak naturally of the joy that is within me because of the wonderful things you have done for me.  In Jesus' loving name I pray, Amen.




ps.  Just a reminder that I pray for all who read this blog in the morning and in the evening.  If there is something I can pray more specifically for you, don't hesitate to contact me...


Please check out "Missions" for updates on how we're doing getting sponsors for our precious children at Redeemer Christian School.  God is good...