Everyone Has Value

I find a great deal of joy in my volunteer work. I get to work with a number of long term and short term volunteers. Often times we get people who show up for just a couple hours and that is great. I appreciate their time. Sometimes we get people who don’t know what they are getting into or just don’t want to be there and thus have a bad attitude. I appreciate their time as well. I try not to differentiate which ones will serve me but just treat their time as valuable. Not true of everyone I work with as they will dismiss people just by their look. Recently this happened in the case of a young volunteer who was in elementary school and only signed up for a couple hours. Small and unassuming. My partners dismissed him as worthless. I had other ideas.

Matthew 10:30-31 “But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.” We are valued by God. He even sent Jesus as a sacrifice. John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.” We are worth the life of the Son. Consider that for a moment. This is priceless. Jesus understood the value of individuals and was willing to die for each of us. His life reflected love for us. Jesus embraced everyone including children. I try to reflect this in the way I treat others.

How foolish it is to dismiss anyone as not worth it. I was determined to show this young person that he was valued. On this day we were planting so we set to our task. To my surprise, this young man proved himself energetic. We moved quickly and efficiently. I showed him how to plant. He taught me how to count to 59 in Spanish. We talked about our common interest in animals. It was a joy to work with this young man. I hope he had a great time and would want to volunteer more in the future. He left after a couple hours as I continued to plant. I grinned as I realized how blessed I was to have had the privilege of working with this nice young man. I was glad I did not dismiss his value. I hope to see him again.

Tithe Your Time

This is number 9 of a 10 part series I call Financial Freedom. The previous installment was called Enslaved to Debt and can be found here: https://thingsmyparentsnevertaughtme.family.blog/2019/12/17/enslaved-to-debt/

When I was young, little was asked of me. I could come and go as I pleased, watch TV or do nothing at all if I so desired. I grew into a bit of a sluggard. It would infuriate me when people would even ask for help. Even into my adult years my initial reaction to the word help is one of negativity. I felt that my time was my own and I should be able to do what I want with it. Any extra burden placed on me is greeted with a certain amount of angst. I have to be reminded of some things.

1 Corinthians 10:26 “The earth is the Lords and all it contains.” This place I live in is not my own to do with as I like. 1 Corinthians 15:58 “…be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your toil is not in vain in the Lord.” God calls us to use our resources to his work. Time is one of our most precious, so why not tithe it. Giving up money seemed easy comparatively but time is a resource we cannot make more of. This was a difficult concept to swallow for me. I needed a change of attitude.

Romans 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” One of the things I needed to dwell on was eternity. The time I am here is miniscule compared to eternity. In the grand scheme of things we are not really talking about that much time. Matthew 6:20 “…store up your treasures in heaven…” God was calling me to tithe my time. The things we do in this life matter in heaven. I wanted to work harder at those things that impact eternity. It sounded worth my time.

1. Pray that God would move you to tithe your time.

2. When you come across an opportunity to help, prayerfully consider how to proceed remembering that what you do impacts eternity.

3. Seek out some way to serve over the next couple of weeks. It does not need to be complicated or time consuming. Serve at a homeless shelter, pull weeds at church or help a friend move.

I started off simple but wanted something regular. I volunteered with a ministry that I was already participating . Sports at church. All I did was organize equipment and clean areas that often got forgotten. It was only a couple hours a week commitment. I could do the work with whatever my schedule would permit. I discovered something in my serving … JOY! I was having fun and it was reward in itself. It was only a little time and no pressure. I later moved on to varying levels of service with youth, maintining flower beds and setting stages. According to huffpost.com there are many benefits to serving … happiness, reduced stress, pain relief, longer life, lower blood pressure and others. Corporations are figuring this out and pay their employees to serve. Imagine that … corporations are figuring out that following God’s word make them money. Maybe Presidents and CEOs should read the Bible for insights about business.

Now I do nothing but volunteer. I have been called a philanthropist but I look at it as doing what God wants me to do. I thrive when I am serving others. It brings me great satisfaction to be able to help. Not everyone has this luxury to only serve but we need to be reminded that God calls us to service and that our time is not our own. Give it a try. Tithe your time. The reward is real.

My prayer for you is that you will serve joyfully and experience an abundance in your time that only God can provide.

Prayer Works

I have many stories about answered prayer but this one sticks with me for obvious reasons:

My son was in high school. He was a good student, a reasonably good soccer player and was generally easy going. I was becoming concerned, though. His salvation was not in hand. It was looking like we were at a cross road. Join the world or live for Christ. I had prayed for years on a daily basis that he would choose God but I knew that I could not press. Like me at his age it would be on his own terms. There was one day that changed my way of praying.

On this day I was hungry, tired and busy when my son made me exceedingly angry. It was over something I had talked to him repeatedly. Not only that but I had a laundry list of ways he had offended me over previous weeks. When I got to him I was seeing red and ready to explode. I knew my state and tried to calm but it was impossible for me at that moment. Something stopped me in my tracks. It was literally the words in my head … “STOP! Walk away.” Stopping in my driveway the words resounded in my head, “Keep walking.” As calm began to seep back into my body the real reason I was upset was being revealed. I was concerned for his salvation. My reaction was … “I can fix this”. God’s reaction was … “No! I got this. You will do nothing but pray and back off.” It was clear to me that my son was in good hands. The way I prayed for my son changed that day as well as the way I viewed him and my roll from then on.

Philippians 4:6-7 “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

Ephesians 6:4 “Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.”

The next day I apologized to my entire family for my poor behavior and was resolved to do things differently. The way I prayed went from pleading for my son’s repentance to thankful for his salvation. Gratitude and tears of joy flowed freely at the knowledge of his soon to be transformation. I knew that my son was quite safe in God’s great and powerful arms. A feeling of peace and joy began to wash over me about him. No longer was I crushed by any minor infraction he made. What I did not know is besides my wife and I there was a group of my son’s friends that were praying for him as well.

I wept the day my son was baptized. Still get tears when I view the picture of him at the beach. Even as I write this, I want to give him a big hug. He is now a youth minister. I am so thankful that God has both my children in hand and they pursue their Daddy in a way that makes their dad proud. They confirm for me that prayer works.

I would love to hear your stories of prayer answered. Please share as it is a powerful testimony to God at work in peoples lives.

Fabricating Fruit

A number of years ago I was going through a rough spell. It was not a good place for me. Sick, tired and miserable. I couldn’t seem to pull myself together. I had noticed Galatians 5:22-23 “the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control…”. It dawned on me that I was not experiencing these things in my life so I attempted to fabricate them. On my own I tried to have joy and peace every day. It was an exercise in futility! I couldn’t seem to understand why. Apostle Paul was thrown into jail, yet he continued to exhibit fruit and I was not experiencing anything close to that type of oppressive environment. How can somebody be a Christian and not be fruitful? For awhile this question perplexed me.

Something clicked during a church service, though. Matthew 12:33 “Either make the tree good and its fruit good, or make the tree bad and its fruit bad; for the tree is known by its fruit.” There was something I needed to change to achieve fruit. An underlying sinful nature, some deeply ingrained in my character, were getting in my way. A sacrifice needed to be made to experience the things God promised. Now the wheel was rolling. Sure I was in a place that I did not want to be but there was no reason for my situation to be unfruitful. I began to pray and ask forgiveness. 2 Corinthians 4:17 “For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison.” God is abundantly able to use that bad place I was in to use me in ways I could not imagine. Then the flood gates opened. It revealed sinful natures that I would never had realized. There was a trust issue and preconceptions on the way things should look plus the underlying lie that God might have abandoned me. Not only did I identify my own weak nature but an inability to apply truth when I was being lied to constantly. The Holy Spirit started working. God began to use me in situations I would not have thought possible. Yes, I was experiencing fruit again. Thank God!

Now I use the fruits of the spirit as a barometer. If I am not experiencing love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control, I immediately start asking questions. Why? What am I doing wrong? What do I need to change? Confess. When the Holy Spirit works the sinful nature out of me I no longer need to fabricate fruit. Fruit shows up on it’s own. All Christians can be in this place. It is God’s promise.

Names Can Break Bones Too

When I was 9 years old my father left for the first time. His alcohol abuse was ruining our family. It wounded me in a way that would stick for a long time. This isn’t an unusual situation. It happens all the time, right? The problem was what happened next. The next day I wanted to escape. I left for school early and sat at the entrance. A friend walked up and asked what was wrong. I shared. His next comment stuck like glue … “I know someone else this happened to and they are messed up. Statistics show that you will probably turn out just like your father.” In itself that might not change somebodies course in life but it was reinforced. Over the next few years I was bombarded by comments like, “You look like your father.” and “You do that just like your father.” Pair that with daily bullying in school and you add comments like”dumb, fat, stupid, unliked, unathletic, jerk, nerd, gay, homo and small.” Heap on poor treatment from teachers who new my father along with family members and friends who did not portray the best example. Nobody really knew how much I was hurting. It wasn’t really on any individual but the bottom line it caused me to consider myself worthless. How is it that I turned out? I have an answer for this.

Proverbes 18:21 “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit. ” The power of death! Literally, words could do more than break bones, they could kill! I was alive but I was living proof that words could cut deep. However, there is a message of hope too. Life! I needed to be free of those terrible lies which had been repeated to me. It started with a promise. Proverbs 16:7 “When a man’s ways are pleasing to the Lord, he makes even his enemies to be at peace with him.” I just needed to be more like Jesus and not let what other people thought to guide my way of thinking. Psalm 118:8 “It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man.” I was giving those lies too much weight when I should be looking to God’s affirmation. I did realize that I needed to forgive those who wronged me. Mathew 6:14 “For if you forgive others their transgressions, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.”

There was another very important part of my healing process. I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that my biological father did not love me enough to give up drinking until I realized that my heavenly Father loved me enough to sacrifice His son. Romans 5:8 “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Once I began to understand this one thing it opened the doors to the rest. I needed this truth to stand on to make the hurt melt away and free myself from the lies that were ingrained into character. I realized that I also needed forgiveness from God and others I had treated wrongly because of this hurt I carried. The suffering I had endured had carried over into my relationships. Not only that but I started noticing something. Hurt people hurt people. People who treated me poorly were likely hurting themselves. It allowed me a sympathy for them.

1. If you have been hurt by words then pray right now for God to heal those wounds.

2. Pray for help in forgiving those who have wronged you.

3. Pray that God would forgive you for empowering others words over His own.

More than 40 years later I can still sometimes feel that hurt. What I can claim now is victory in Jesus. Matthew 5:11,12 “Blessed are those who people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great…” Today I am more resilient than ever when it comes to name calling. Now I understand better that I am blessed because of people who called me names. I am in fact much more likely to speak positively and want to help those I see hurting. After all isn’t that what Jesus would have done? I can’t help but think what if. What if my very young friend showed mercy and offered encouragement instead of comdemnation. What if a teacher said you can instead of you can’t. What if people just kept quiet instead of using hurtful words? I will choose to rise above what people say and look to my Father for his approval.

My prayer for you is that you will trust in God for your sustenance instead of the words of man.

Give Joyfully

This is number 4 of a 10 part series I call Financial Freedom. The previous part is called Misers Never Prosper.

For years I had a bad attitude toward homeless and pretty much anyone who was down on their luck. I just assumed they deserved their situation. In my opinion most homeless chose their situation and only a very small percentage were experiencing things out of their control. It actually angered me to give away my hard earned cash. Handing money over to homeless was perpetuating the problem. My mind was changed after seeing some bothering statistics.

According to the National Alliance to End Homelessness approximately 500,000 people are homeless every night. Even more concerning is that around 180,000 of those were in a family unit. Yes … families … that means dads, moms and kids! This did not sit well with me. Did families with kids want to be homeless? Then I noticed a verse. Proverbs 28:27 “He who gives to the poor will never want, but he who shuts his eyes will have many curses.” My attitude was not only flawed but I was suffering for it. In fact, Jesus calls us specifically to do it. Luke 14:13-14 “When you give a reception, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind and you will be blessed, since they do not have the means to repay you; for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.” Not only would I be cursed if I did not give, I would be blessed if I did. Personally, I like the blessed part better.

This did not need to be complicated or put me out a great deal. A simple meal for a sick friend or serving food in a homeless shelter. I just wanted to change my way of thinking and give somewhere. I know I can’t solve the worlds problems but I can make somones world a little better. Starting small and see what happens. I would encourage everyone to do the same.

  1. Pray that God would reveal to you where you should give plus forgiveness for any wrong attitudes you may have displayed. Write down a few ways you could give to the hungry, afflicted and poor.
  2. Choose one or two of these. Make a plan to get these things accomplished and prayerfully request that the Holy Spirit move in these activities.
  3. Give thanks for the abundance God has provided you that it would overflow into those in need.

This is a process for me. Nobody ever helped me when I was in need! (Not true by the way.) I got myself out of any bad situation I was in! (Also not true. 1 Corinthians 10:13 ” No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man; and God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also, so that you will be able to endure it.”) I do not need anyone to help me (Ugh! Galatians 6:2 ” Bear one another’s burdens, and thereby fulfill the law of Christ.”) Lots of “I” in those statements. There is an attitude problem here. Self-centeredness. It made me prayerfully move my focus from in to out. Giving to random strangers is still not my thing. I need to know a little about a situation first, although I try to keep myself prepared to give if the spirit calls. I do however, appreciate my wife and son who joyfully help stranger. It’s a cool thing! God moves me now to give in other ways. It is a joy to provide meals to families at thanksgiving and Christmas. Offering help to people who have had major life changes like illness brings me a satisfaction I cannot explain. Christmas presents for kids who would otherwise have nothing literally warms my insides. There are so many ways to help and my response is very different now. It feels great! Why does giving feel so good? God promised He would bless those who give!

My prayer for you is that you would follow God’s leading and joyfully give to those who have need.