where have they gone?  right out the door along with common sense and perspective, it seems to me.

“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”  (John 8:32)

truth:   The CDC estimates there have been so far this season (2019-2020) at least 15 million flu illnesses, 250,000 hospitalizations and 14,000 flu deaths in the U. S. just this season.

How do I know this?  I had to look this information up for myself.  I certainly am not being told on my morning, midday and evening newscasts these numbers for this year’s influenza.  But I am being told by the news media every time ONE case of corona virus is identified.  This does not mean hospitalization is needed, just that the person has this virus.

And I am being told every time someone dies from the corona virus.  That number is now at 38 for the United States.  Why aren’t I alerted with “breaking news” every time one of those 14,000 souls who has already died from this season’s flu, passed on? Don’t I need to know that as well?

I am given continuous news updates on the spread of the corona virus here and abroad.  Why aren’t I getting those same updates for the much more deadly flu that goes around every year and is still going around right now?

“Influenza is easier to pick up and there are far, far more cases,”  said Dr. Alan Taege, an infectious disease physician at the Cleveland Clinic.  “It’s already much larger than coronavirus has been so far in the whole world, in our own country alone.”

“It’s easy to forget the clear and present danger posed by influenza because it’s always there, sickening millions and killing thousands every year during flu season,” said Dr. Bernard Camins, medical director for infection prevention at the Mount Sinai Health System in New York City.

In doing some research I just learned that influenza killed about 80,000 people in the 2017-2018 flu season.  That was just two years ago.  Yet I don’t remember universities closing, schools closing, libraries closing, churches suspending Sunday services and closing altogether, the NBA cancelling games and the NCAA cancelling the college basketball tournament known to all as “March Madness.”

Well, it is March and there is “madness” alright, but it is of a different kind.  It is a mad frenzy brought on by fear.  We are told to be afraid and our fear is fed by constant updates bringing us an over abundance of incomplete or misinformation. We have not been told to fear influenza in the past, like we are now being told to fear this new coronavirus.  (which is a flu)

Events are being cancelled.  We are being told to stay home and to have things delivered to us.  (so how many other people is my delivery person delivering to, where has he/she been and have they been tested?  I think I would rather shop for my own groceries, thank you)

Wall street is panicking and politicians are attempting to capitalize by seizing more control over our everyday lives than ever before.  80,000 deaths and no one blinks?  38 deaths and our economy and daily lives go into a tail spin?  The only way this happens is when we are filled with fear because we believe what the media wants us to believe.  The antidote for fear is truth.  (plus a little common sense)

Truth will give us the needed perspective with which to view these current events. The labels that we put on things are very telling and very important.  They determine how we make sense of our circumstances.  How we label them determines how we think about them.

Is this an insurmountable crisis or another outbreak of something new like SARS or MERS  or swine flu (H1N1) or ebola all were when they first appeared?  We met each of those challenges without our economy and our lives unraveling.

And we have the ability to do this again.  We have dedicated doctors and scientists who can meet this challenge.  We do not need to be filled with fear and told to stay home when we are healthy.  If the media gave the same kind of coverage to this year’s flu (which you just read the statistics on that) as it is now giving to COVID-19, we would never get out of bed in the morning!

Hopefully, we can overcome our fear, wash our hands, walk out into our wonderful world and go about our daily business of living.  A little truth and a little perspective can go a long way in setting us free from the fear that will otherwise control our decisions and our days.

Hopefully, those in positions of power and leadership will not be ruled by fear, including the fear of not being politically correct, but instead will allow the truth to set them free to do what is right and what is best for everyone, not just those in power who want to grab more power for themselves while people aren’t looking because they are so focused on the impending doom we are constantly told is just around the corner.

Let the truth set us all free,  free to live our lives without fear.

“But God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”   (2 Timothy 1:7)

sincerely,        Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in our culture we discard broken  –  in God’s kingdom, He desires broken

“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;  a broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.”   (Psalm 51:17)

in our culture, broken is the end  –  in God’s kingdom, broken is the beginning

the beginning of healing, of restoration, of reconciliation – the beginning of the process whereby He makes me a new creation in Christ

when I am finally broken enough, that as the prodigal son once did, I say to myself, “I will arise and go to my Father and ask to be as one of his hired servants,”

when I am finally broken enough to invite God into the life He has given me, it is the beginning of a new life with Him  –

brokenness is not the end,  brokenness is what opens a way for a new beginning –

Jesus does not despise my brokenness; Jesus understands my brokenness, He accepts my brokenness, He has compassion on my brokenness, He can use my brokenness for His good purposes – it is in my brokenness that I am most connected to my Savior –

in my brokenness I let go of self, reach out to Him – and find that He has been waiting for me, expecting me all along –

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”   (Psalm 34:18)

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”  (Psalm 147:3)

Jesus understands and values the broken because He, Himself was broken. “But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are (I am) healed.”  (Isaiah 53:5)

Jesus shared with His disciples a lesson on brokenness.  “The Lord Jesus, on the night He was betrayed, took bread, and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, ‘This is my body, which is given (broken) for you; do this in remembrance of Me.’ ”  (1 Corinthians 11:24 & Luke 22:19)

Jesus knew what it was to be broken.  “He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.”   (Isaiah 53:3)

In allowing Himself to be broken on that cross, on our behalf, Jesus made it possible for us to one day be made whole.  It is only through Christ’s brokenness that I am made whole.

So I can take heart knowing that my brokenness does not keep me from my Creator but rather is what draws Him near and lets Him in to do His redeeming work in me.

“But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when His glory is revealed.”   (1 Peter 4:13)

sincerely,          Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

I often wonder, what kind of a vessel am I, anyway?  Which is just another way of wondering,  “who am I?” and “why am I here?”  2 Timothy 2:20-21 says, “In a large house there are articles not only of gold and silver, but also of wood and clay; some are for noble purposes and some for ignoble.  If a man cleanses himself from the latter, he will be an instrument for noble purposes, made holy, useful to the Master and prepared to do any good work.”

Well, I certainly want to be prepared and useful.  But the preparation process is often painful.  It requires time in the kiln.  (see previous post, this post is another in the potter series)

I may feel that I am not the vessel that I want to be.  There are other bigger, stronger, lovelier, more colorful, more pleasingly shaped or more intricately designed pieces of pottery than I am.  Did the potter make a mistake when He created me, I wonder?  (something tells me others often ask this very same question)

“But who are you, O man, to talk back to God?  Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, ‘Why did You make me like this?’ ”  (Romans 9:20)

“You turn things upside down, as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, ‘He did not make me’?  Can the pot say of the potter, ‘He knows nothing’?”  (Isaiah 29:16)

“Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker,   . . .    Does the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you making?’  Does your work say, ‘He has no hands’?”  (Isaiah 45:9)

Well, that’s all pretty clear – we need to trust that our Potter/Creator knows what He is doing.  We are not mistakes.  On the contrary, our Creator formed and fashioned each one of us with intention and with care.

We read in Psalm 139:13-14, “For You created (some translations say “formed”) my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”

God’s works are wonderful and we are the work of His hands.

“Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn Your commands.”  (Psalm 119:73)

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

Job knew who his Potter was.  He cried out to God in his distress, “Your hands shaped me and made me.  Will You now turn and destroy me?  Remember that You molded me like clay.  Will You now turn me to dust again?”   (Job 10:8-9)

Well, it turned out God had good intentions and purposes for Job, just as He has good purposes in mind for you and for me.  If I could just stop questioning my Maker and rest in what His word tells me, I would be a much happier, more content vessel, ready to be of service.  I guess that will happen when I completely trust Him.  Then I will no longer doubt and question why He made me as He did.

what kind of vessel am I?  one created with intention and purpose in mind, that’s what kind.  and I can rest assured –

“The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me; Your love, O Lord, endures forever – do not abandon the works of Your hands.”   (Psalm 138:8)

“I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.”  (Psalm 84:10)

sincerely,      Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

yes, Albertie, you are being sought out – at least by Alice.  How do I know this?  Alice has left numerous messages on my voicemail over the last few days, seeking you – not realizing of course that I am not you.  Actually, no one else is you.  You are one of a kind, Albertie, I’m sure of it.

Even your name is unique.  Is it short for Alberta?  Were you born in Canada?  It sounds to me like you and Alice have been fast friends for a very long time.  Judging by the voice on my voicemail, I am imagining you two have lived a lot of life and have had more than your share of adventures, together and separately.

But more than that, the voice I hear on my voicemail leaving messages for you, sounds so full of life and mischief and fun, sounds like she has so much life left to live – that my imagination has been captured by the two of you.  And what’s the story with these flowers?  At the moment that is the reason for Alice’s urgency in reaching you – she has flowers for you and she wants to drop them off.  But you are not returning her calls.

I guess that’s my fault.  OK, I know that’s my fault.  So I have left Alice a voicemail letting her know that I am not you, (as if anyone else ever could be) and that you have not been receiving her messages.  I am feeling Alice’s panic and pain when she said in her last voicemail to you/me that she felt you had vanished off the face of the earth because she has not heard back from you.

By the way Albertie, Alice is leaving your flowers on her back porch in case you come by when she’s not at home.  She does have a doctor’s appointment today and doesn’t know when she’ll be back.  These flowers are quite the mystery to me but they must be very important as Alice is determined to get them to you one way or another.  She has offered numerous times to drop them by but she needs to know when you’ll  be home.

I am now caught up in this mystery, wondering about the two of you.  Why doesn’t Alice have your correct phone number?  Have you moved recently, Albertie?  Are the flowers from a suitor?  I’m thinking not.  It actually sounds like they might be from a funeral  you two attended in these last few days.  Who did you lose, Albertie?  It sounds like Alice is here for you.

What a gift a fast friend is!  I can hear the caring and concern in Alice’s voice in each voicemail left on my phone for you, her dear Albertie.  My heart broke at the sadness in Alice’s voice in her last message when she said it was like you had disappeared from the face of the earth.  I get that.  Everyone wants, needs and deserves a proper goodbye when the time comes.

But the time for you two dear ladies has not yet come.  I imagine you two taking tea and traveling the world together, playing cards and planting flowers.  And so I left Alice a voicemail of my own, setting the record straight, letting her know that I was not you and that you had not been receiving her recent messages.

Still, I am going to miss hearing Alice’s voice when today there are no more messages from her on my phone.  And I am left hanging.  Did you get the flowers yet?  Has Alice realized she’s been calling the wrong number and corrected her mistake?  Did she get my voicemail?

Or does Alice still wonder about your whereabouts, Albertie?  Does she think you’ve abandoned her, or perhaps fallen ill or come down with amnesia or been kidnapped?  Our imaginations do tend to run wild in the absence of concrete information.  So  . . .

Alice, I just may have to give you a call soon – for my own peace of mind, mind you.  I have to know that you and Albertie are back together again and on to your next adventure.

Actually, that’s a story I’d like to write – “The Adventures of Alice and Albertie”.   In the meantime I just want to know that you figured out the correct phone number and had an actual conversation with one another.  Friendship is always sweeter face to face – no matter what Facebook would have us believe.  But I suspect you already know that.

So, I’ll be calling you ’cause truly I just want to hear your voice again –  your voice that has drawn me into your story, your voice which carries within it all the elements of a life you are living well, the warmth, the humor, the caring, the persistence, the character of you – they all come through loud and clear on the voicemails I have received by accident.

But there are no accidents with a Sovereign God, just everyday miracles amid the mundane.  Be talking to you soon, Alice – and you can tell Albertie “hi” from me.

“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down; his friend can help him up.  But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!  Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.  But how can one keep warm alone?  Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves.  A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”   (Ecclesiastes 4:9-12)

sincerely,       Grace Day

 

 

 

and the pot you are so steadfastly watching doesn’t boil   . . .   what to do?  what to do?

become a goat herder and eat cold soup?   or   . . .   continue to wait and to watch,  hoping and believing that you will have more chickens and hot soup soon  –   or

you could turn up the heat on the stove and on those unhatched eggs    . . .   but if it’s not God’s timing you could end up with burned soup and dead unhatched chickens

with God timing seems to be very important, indeed – timing is everything as we so often say  . . .

so better that I should,  “Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”   (Psalm 27:14)

it is hard to wait and it is harder yet to “Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him;   . . .   those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.”    (Psalm 37:7-9)

so I wait because I am told in Acts 1:7, “It is not for you (me) to know the times or dates the Father has set by His own authority.”         but   . . .

“For there is a proper time and procedure for every matter, though a man’s misery weighs heavily upon him.”  (Ecclesiastes 8:6)

I can know that God’s timing is always perfect, He’s never early nor late  –  “The eyes of all look to You, and You give them their food at the proper time.  You open Your hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing.”   (Psalm 145:15-16)

Mine is to wait on Him.   “Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him and He will do this: (bring it to pass)”    (Psalm 37:5)

waiting, hoping, trusting, believing,

sincerely,      Grace Day

 

 

 

 

“Yet, O Lord, You are our Father.  We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.”   (Isaiah 64:8)

if God is the potter and I am the clay, then I should expect to spend some time in the furnace being “fired” as they say in the ceramics world.  That furnace is called a kiln but it’s a furnace nonetheless, an oven, a fire – anyway you look at it – it’s way hot – after all, “a rose by any other name  . . . ”

it’s hot, it’s uncomfortable for the clay I’m sure  –  but – the clay is changed in the process of the furnace – in the process of being fired the clay is transformed –  it comes out of the kiln, out of the fire, different than when it went in – you can’t spend time in the fire and not be changed.

Actually, that’s why the potter fires the clay, that’s the purpose of the fire, to change the clay, making it closer and closer to the potter’s vision of what it will one day be when he is finished with it.

Potter’s are patient people.  They are people with a vision and they painstakingly, patiently labor to bring their vision to life – to see what they know to be possible become reality.

Romans 2:4 mentions God’s attributes, citing  ”  . . . the riches of His kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that God’s kindness leads you toward repentance”

God is patient.  He is the most patient potter of all potters and it’s a good thing because just look what He has to work with!  us, me  . . .  I am so grateful that He doesn’t give up on me.  He continues to work on me, including frequent trips back to the furnace, necessary firings to continue to transform me, little by little, until I have become what He purposed all along that I should be.

“For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to His good purpose.”  (Philippians 2:13)

My Heavenly Father, the Master Potter, has a good purpose in mind for me and to that end He patiently, lovingly works on me.  What is that good purpose?  Romans 8:29 gives me a clue, saying

“For those God foreknew He also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brothers.”

There’s God’s good purpose – to conform me to the likeness of His Son, Jesus.   Now that is one lifelong, laborious, labor of love process on the potter’s part.

Genesis 2:7 says that, “the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.”

That word “formed” is so telling.  Our Creator God was a potter from the beginning!  That’s what potters do – they form things with their hands.  God formed us and He’s been actively engaged in some version of formative work in us ever since.  He forms me, then He reforms me again and again, as often as is necessary for Him to continue to conform me to His vision for me.  By His power He performs a miracle, He transforms me into that new and glorious creation that He had planned for me to be all along!

All that conforming requires a lot of transforming and that takes time, patience and a lot of heat – in other words a lot of fire – which translates to a lot of time in the kiln.  And while we are talking about kilns, it bears mentioning here, that kiln fire is no ordinary fire.  Remember Daniels’s three friends, who ended up in the king’s fiery furnace?  (see posts “trial by fire”  or “life in the furnace”)  Well, that was one hot furnace full of fire, but the king ordered it heated up seven times hotter still because he was so angry at their refusal to worship his gold image.

But even magnified seven times over, that furnace would not have come close to what the clay in the kiln is subjected to during the firing process.  Kilns reach temperatures up to two thousand six hundred degrees and generally operate around the two thousand degree mark.

But the potter’s purpose in putting the clay in the kiln is a good one.  The potter is creating something lovely from the lump of clay he holds in his hands.  His intention is to fashion something both beautiful and useful that he can use for his purposes.  And that’s a remarkable thing, important to remember – what the potter creates, he creates for a purpose.  The potter has a purpose in mind before he even begins the process of forming and fashioning his clay into what it will become.

Likewise, I was created for a purpose.  “For we are (I am) God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us (for me) to do.”  (Ephesians 2:10)

“For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to His good purpose.”  (Philippians 2:13)

As the potter, God is doing the work.  As the clay I am being formed and transformed by the work of His hands.  I will always be a work in progress this side of heaven.  but  my Potter is faithful and I can know  . . .

“being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you (me) will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”  (Philippians 1:6)

I will be complete, He is making me whole and complete even now, even when I am spending time in the kiln (which means time in the fire) I have nothing to fear.  It is all part of His process.  He is sovereign over all of it.

Each time I find myself once again “killing time in the kiln” I can know there is a reason, a purpose for my time in the fire.  Potter’s fire their creations multiple times.  The first firing is just the beginning of the process.  Next a coating of glaze is applied and then it’s back to the kiln again for the object of the potter’s desire.  This firing adds color to the vessel the potter is making, changing it from what it was before.

Then the potter may add another layer of glaze, sending the vessel back to the kiln yet again.  Again the vessel will emerge changed from its time in the fire, with another layer of color now added, enhancing its beauty.  The potter will continue to apply glazes as needed, each one requiring time in the kiln, each one transforming further the vessel the potter is creating.

Each time the vessel spends time in the kiln, something is being added – another layer of glaze and beauty from the potter’s hand.  And at the same time, whatever is not of value is being burned away, leaving only what the potter desires should remain.  Each glazing has a purpose all its own.  Some add a luster of gold or of pearl, but each one accomplishes the purpose for which it was brought to bear on the vessel.  In the Master Potter’s hands there are no mistakes but only “all things working together for good”, even killin time in the kiln.

Certainly today, I can say with Job, “But He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold.”    (Job 23:10)

sincerely,       Grace Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

either my friend, the Snow Captain, is way more powerful than I ever thought she was (or maybe she’s just getting better at her new job as snow captain) or the Captain of all the snow captains read my recent blog post, “my friend – the Snow Captain”.

But something is definitely up because it snowed today.  It snowed a most unusual snow.  It snowed and changed the world around me, momentarily anyway.  It snowed and it was the perfect snow scenario.  (didn’t know there was such a thing, did you?)

I had no idea just how perfect until I drove to a late afternoon meeting, which gave me the opportunity to witness first hand the magic of the miracle that had just taken place and was continuing to take place right before my eyes.

So let me say up front,  nice job!  well done!  bravo!  Keep up the good work!

that’s what I was thinking as I drove down a once familiar street now unrecognizable, totally transformed before my eyes by the snow that now snowcased all of God’s creation – outlining everything in soft white.

Driving down this tree lined street I knew so well, I felt I had entered into an enchanted forest or perhaps a fairyland.  There was a calm, a quiet in the air – a muffled majesty met my eyes everywhere I looked.  Light snow was still falling silently from a sky full of gray clouds, illuminated only by the snow they had so recently deposited, the snow that now lay protectively, even decoratively over everything in sight on the ground.

Well, over almost everything.  What had no snow on them were the roads, the driveways and the sidewalks.  It looked as though walks and driveways had already been shoveled, as though roads had already been cleared – except there were no piles of extra snow anywhere  – because these surfaces had never had snow on them to begin with.

Unbelievable – all the wild, wonderful beauty snow brings with her when she comes, was mine to behold and enjoy – without any of the backbreaking work of shoveling snow off my driveway – without any of the worry of having to drive on dangerous, snow covered roads – without these things that usually accompany snow’s arrival, greatly diminishing my enjoyment of her presence.

What a gift this snowfall gave us all!  She bestowed her beauty on our barren, winter landscape – clothing trees left naked by the exodus of autumn’s leaves – covering rough, exposed edges of the landscape with the pure white comfort of her camouflage  – decorating green pines delicately with white, lacy patterns –

indeed all creatures, animals and people alike, fell quiet under this snow’s gentle spell, watching in wonder as she showered her covering, calming, quieting flakes over the earth – reminding us to take our winter’s nap before spring should rouse us awake again  . . .

calling us to the rest that precedes renewal – this snowfall made the barren beautiful to behold for a hushed, holy moment, while she blanketed earth with her beauty and asked nothing of us in return – not even shoveling her wayward flakes.  This time she stayed within our boundaries, as if some invisible hand had purposely placed each flake for maximum effect.  We were left perfectly decorated, silently spectating this winter spectacle – brought to us by snow –

thank you for this most unexpected good gift,  Snow Captain!

“Have you entered the storehouses of the snow  . . . ?”  (Job 38:22)

“God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; He does great things beyond our understanding.  He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’ ”  (Job 37:5-6)

sincerely,      Grace Day

 

I don’t normally think of fire as protection but as something to be feared.  I’m sure Daniel’s three friends,  Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego felt the same way as they faced their fate of being ordered thrown into King Nebuchadnezzar’s fire-filled furnace because of their refusal to bow down and worship the image of gold set up by the king.  They refused because they knew that only the one true living Creator God Most High was worthy of their worship.  They refused even though they knew their refusal meant their certain death.

They were obeying God’s instructions to,  “have no other gods before Me.  do not make for yourself an idol   . . .   do not bow down to them or worship them . . . ”  (Exodus 20:3-5)

But the God who is Himself a consuming fire was with them in the fire of the king’s furnace.  His very Presence with them was their protection.  They did not narrowly escape, though burned and disfigured.  Rather they triumphed, emerging unscathed, not even the smell of smoke clinging to them, nor was any hair of their heads singed.

“For the Lord your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God.”  (Deuteronomy 4:24)  This is definitely a case of fighting fire with fire!  That’s what God does on our behalf and He wins every time.

“When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.  For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior;”  (Isaiah 43:2-3)

“So Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego came out of the fire,  . . .   They saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.”   (Daniel 3:26-27)

Moses met God in the fire of a burning bush.  The Israelites also experienced God’s Presence with them as fire.  “By day the Lord went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel by day or night.  Neither the pillar of cloud by day nor the pillar of fire by night left its place in front of the people.”  (Exodus 13:21-22)

Fire can cook our food, heat our homes and provide us light in the darkness.  God’s holy fire provides us His protection and His purification.  He is a holy God.  He wants to make us holy as well.

“But just as He who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: ‘Be holy, because I am holy.’ ”  (1 Peter 1:15-16)

“Consecrate yourselves and be holy, because I am the Lord your God.  Keep My decrees and follow them.  I am the Lord, who makes you holy.”  (Leviticus 20:7-8)

Yes, you read that right.  It is my Heavenly Father who makes me holy, I am not able to make myself holy.  He does that work for me and in me.  He is the potter and I am the clay.

“Yet, O Lord, You are our Father.  We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.”  (Isaiah 64:8)

Indeed, in Genesis 2:7 I am told that God formed Adam from the dust of the earth, much like the potter forms the clay to his purposes.  And as any potter knows, what comes next is the fire.  The clay is put into the fire or kiln to bake after being fashioned to the design and by the desire of the potter for what his creation is to become.  The fire is a necessary step in the process – it cannot be left out.

The fire is essential to the potter’s process in bringing to completion what he began in his creation when he first formed it and in God’s case, when He first breathed the breath of life into it.

Peter understood the necessity of fire.  “These (trials) have come so that your faith – of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire – may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.”   (1 Peter 1:7)

God is a holy, refining fire.  He says in Isaiah 48:10, “See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.”

Job said of God’s fire, “But He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold.”   (Job 23:10)

Psalm 66:10-12 confirms also the necessity and power of God’s refining fire.  “For You, O God, tested us; You refined us like silver.    . . .   we went through fire and water, but You brought us to a place of abundance.”

God’s refining fire burns away the perishable and leaves behind the imperishable. God uses the heat of His fire to make me more malleable, so He can continue to mold me and fashion me after what He knows I will one day become.

I have nothing to fear from the fire.  He is with Me in the fires of my life, fighting them with fire – His fire – because He, Himself is an all consuming, powerful, purifying, protecting, providing ring of fire around me.  How do I know this?  I have His word on it!

” ‘Jerusalem will be a city without walls because of the great number of men and livestock in it.  And I Myself will be a wall of fire around it,’  declares the Lord, ‘and I will be its glory within.’ ”   (Zechariah 2:4-5)

God doesn’t say He will put a wall of fire around His chosen children, He says He will be that fire, which makes sense because God is a consuming fire.  He also says He will be the glory within or in her midst.  God is also the purifying, protecting fire that dwells within.

His Presence encircles or encamps around me and He abides within me.  His Presence protects me from without and empowers and purifies me from within.  I love picturing my Heavenly Father as a protective ring of fire around me.  His fire keeps me safe while He accomplishes His purposes in my life.

God is the only one, “who is able to keep me from falling and to present me before His glorious Presence without fault and with great joy – to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore!  Amen.”    (Jude 1:24)

sincerely,      Grace Day

 

 

 

“When He had received the drink, Jesus said, ‘It is finished.’  With that, He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.”  (John 19:30)

And so it was complete.  The gift has been given.  The price has been paid.  My price has been paid.  The invitations issued, my place at the table set, my spot reserved, my room made ready, the fatted calf killed, angels holding their breath, waiting to break into song – all awaiting my response.

Now nothing else remains but for me to answer because, “It is finished.”  Jesus did all that was necessary, all that was required to secure my invitation and to provide for my place in eternity.  There is nothing left for me to do, except to reply to His invitation.

I am told to come as I am.  He will provide all that I need, even the clothes.  “I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God.  For He has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness,”  (Isaiah 61:10)

I have been invited to enter into a kingdom prepared for me before time even began.

“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world.”  (Matthew 25:34)

“The kingdom of heaven is like a king who prepared a wedding banquet for his son.  He sent his servants to those who had been invited to the banquet to tell them to come, but they refused to come.  Then he sent some more servants and said, ‘Tell those who have been invited that I have prepared my dinner:  My oxen and fattened cattle have been butchered, and everything is ready.  Come to the wedding banquet.’  But they paid no attention and went off – one to his field, another to his business.  The rest seized his servants, mistreated them and killed them.”   (Matthew 22:2-6)

Can you imagine turning down such a lavish invitation?  An invitation from a king granting access to his kingdom and inclusion in a feast and a celebration, a place at the banquet table – who could refuse such a generous, undeserved offer?  And yet there were empty places at the table.  Unimaginable!  How could this be?

These words of C.S. Lewis may prove a partial explanation of why someone would resist such an irresistible invitation.  He says, ”  . . .  when infinite joy is offered us, (we are) like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea.  We are far too easily pleased.”

1 Corinthians 2:9 tells me that,  “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him.”

So I will just have to trust Him and accept His irresistible invitation to spend eternity with Him.

“Do not let your hearts be troubled.  Trust in God; trust also in Me.  In My Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you.  I am going there to prepare a place for you.  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with Me that you also may be where I am.”  (John 14:1-3)

He’s preparing a place just for me, fully furnished.  All I have to do is to accept His invitation – to let go and enter in – leave behind my past – be made new – I can leave it all behind – I won’t need any of it where I’m going.  He will supply everything I need and more. It’s all part of His irresistible invitation  . . .

“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”  (Matthew 11:28-30)

sincerely,       Grace Day

 

 

 

 

it spilled out of the overfull drawer unexpectedly when I opened it, catching me off guard, taking me by surprise.  Glitter floated in the air, as it made its way downward, coating everything in its path, until everything in the immediate area had been littered with glitter (which I call glitterized)

Glitter is the answer to many mistakes.  glitter turns the plain into the fancy, the ordinary into the extraordinary, the dull into the dazzling, the gloomy into the glowing, the mundane into the magical, and on and on it could go . . .    glitter glamorizes the unglamorous,

glitter can be dispensed from a shaker like salt and pepper, becoming a seasoning of sorts, just not for food – glitter is a seasoning for the eyes –  a visual seasoning adding sparkle and light to any object.  Glitter is not just for craft projects either, glitter is used on clothes, shoes, purses etc. to add glamour and glitz to what we are wearing.

when something seems to be missing from whatever it is you might be making – whether a simple poster or an intricate designer object of art – when in doubt – apply glitter liberally – glitter seems to make up for what is missing – going above and beyond by even improving upon the original.

now in 1 Peter 4:8, I read, “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.”

there it is – the secret remedy I’ve been searching for – it’s love -love is the glitter of life!

love covers just like glitter covers  –  love makes things beautiful –  love makes the unbearable, bearable  –   love heals over hurts and mends my mistakes

just how important is love?  love is essential, not optional according to 1 Corinthians 13:1-3, 13,  which tells me,  “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.  If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.   . . .   And now these three remain:  faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love.”

today’s spilled glitter reminds me that when I feel something’s missing from my life, that things are not quite right – it is love that is missing.  And it is love that God’s word says will cover the multitude of my daily mistakes.  How happy that makes me!  I can lavish love like glitter over everything and it changes everything.

The reason I am able to spread love lavishly around is because I have first received it from my Heavenly Father.  “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, (me) that we (I) should be called children of God!  And that is what we (I) are (am)!”  (1 John 3:1)

I am not the greatest artist or maker of things, so an infinite supply of glitter would come in very handy.  Likewise, I need access to an infinite supply of love with which to cover my multitude of mistakes.  Fortunately, my supplier (my Heavenly Father) has an infinite supply of love for me, so I need never run out.

this infinite supply enables me to carry out His command, “My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.”   (John 15:12)

glitter is great but  . . .    “And now these three remain:  faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love.”   (1 Corinthians 13:13)

sincerely,      Grace Day