When do we speak up?

Why are we so afraid to intrude into each other’s lives? For many of us, it’s fear of disapproval. We don’t want to be the one to tell a friend that their lifestyle is dangerous, that a certain behavior is self-destructive, or that they’re following the wrong path toward happiness. And most of all, that God will judge them for their behavior. Oh, no, we couldn’t do that. It’s a fine line between gently admonishing our friends and family and being judgmental. How do we know when to speak and when to keep silent?

Chuck Colson discusses contemporary American culture in his recent Blog, Where are the Adults? He mentions that parents are not expected to know anything about their children’s actions. Teenagers operate in a “parallel culture” free of adult interference and their world is defined by their peers instead of their parents. Adults adopt a hands-off approach.

It’s so true. We tell teenagers how important and smart they are (so as not to hurt their self-confidence.) And many times we’re either too busy to interfere or step into their world or we’re afraid of our kids’ disapproval. Look at Phoebe Prince in South Hadley, Massachusetts. Where were the adults? This happens not just with our children, but with each other. We live in a hands off society.

I discussed this last night with Brett, a college student. America has become a dark place and Christians have the only light. So how can the darkness ever change if we continue to hide the light? We, as Americans, cherish independence, self-rule, and self-sufficiency, but what about righteousness, accountability and morality? Godly love means caring more about a person’s eternity than our own likeability. Okay, so now I’m preaching.

But I’m also convicted.

Brethren, if anyone among you wanders from the truth, and someone turns him back, let him know that he who turns a sinner from the error of his way will save a soul from death and cover a multitude of sins. James 5:19

Carrying a Heavy Load?

We carry junk around in lives. I call it rocks—like carrying heavy rocks in our backpacks. Stuff we don’t need. Stuff that weighs us down – hurts or grief as we travel through life. The things that hold us back from doing what we want to do—what God might want us to do. Keeps us from being free. Just imagine a woman bent over because of the burden she carries. That’s us sometimes.

Carrying my backpack.

 So how do we get rid of the rocks?

First, we have to admit they exist, don’t pretend we have no heartaches or burdens. And don’t, I repeat, don’t act like we can handle it on our own, because sometimes we can’t. It keeps reoccurring. Pay attention to what exactly causes the pain. Is it when someone calls me “stupid?”  Or when I you feel overlooked, rejected, put down? When, exactly, does that negative emotion spring up?

Second, we must take those hurtful feelings out of the dusty, dark backpack and examine them. I know, I know. It’s hard to do. We’d rather keep them buried. But determine why you hurt, what beliefs are associated with the feelings. Put a specific name to that feeling. Not just “I’m hurt” but “I feel . . .” And then you might ask yourself questions like  – When did I first start feeling this way? Have I felt this way before?

And third, we ask Jesus for help to see the anxious thoughts and get rid of the rocks. Actually, be willing to hand them over to Him. Ask for truth about our feelings. Only when we see our lives from God’s point of view can we exchange the hurt for things like peace or kindness or forgiveness.

 You wouldn’t believe the difference! Our journey can be so much easier without that big pack of boulders on our back!

 Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Psalm 139:23

Blessed by the Northwest

I was so excited to be able to speak at the WMU/Women’s Ministry Northwest Summit on April 9th and 10th of 2010. What a joy! The dear women accepted me, Jeannie, their cook, prepared food fit for the Queen of England, and the high school ensemble sang with talent to match any church I’ve ever visited.

I thoroughly enjoyed the trip and pray that many women were blessed. Carol, as president, did an outstanding job putting the program together. She is amazing!

I hope Mr. Bill forgives me, but I told the ladies I fell in love while in the Northwest — with the countryside, the people, and of course, with the gorgeous flowers. Maybe next time I go there, he can go with me.  Just maybe, he’ll fall in love too. 🙂

Thank you for all your prayers. I certainly felt well and more at peace after you started praying. It made a huge difference. Thank you. Thank you.

Jeanie’s amazing deserts!

Kathryn, Carol & Keren