Where Did This Come From?

                                                           
                                                     Where did this come from?


I wish I could hear your thoughts right now.  Some of you know we have a young son and you may be thinking he made it.  Maybe one of our daughters made it when they were little. Some of you know I worked in an Elementary School on a grant project and it could be one of my student’s work.

Maybe some of you think I made it. 

Did any of you think it came together randomly on its own?

It’s simple. 

It’s mostly two dimensional.  

It is only made out of a few materials.

It doesn’t even breathe.

Why do we believe it was intentionally made by someone and it didn’t evolve from say…a tree?  I’m sure not one of you thought it randomly came together on its own.  Your critical thinking skills won’t lead you there.  Neither will your reason.

It’s made in the image of something.  It’s made in the image of someone with much more ability than it.

So why do we teach our children when they are in school, who are complex, have great value and are wondrously made, that they just randomly came together?

Why is it hard for some to believe that we are made in the image of someone with much more ability than us?

Children are natural receptors to their spirituality.  We come wired for it.  But, why are we allowing their switch to be turned off in school?  Why isn’t that part of Design or spirituality allowed in critical thinking in school?

During my time with higher level learning first grade students, I heard multiple conversations and comments made by the students.  Their youthful spirits had not yet been squelched.  They weren’t tall enough to reach the switch, so to speak, to turn it off.  Kids say what's on their mind and they believe. They trust.  Often times, as adults, we are delighted by their thoughts and freedom of expression.

Some of the things I witnessed followed a poem that we read written by Julia Carney 1823- 1902, called, “Little Things.”  It ended with the words, “of eternity.” One of the children quickly said, “That’s God.”  There was no hesitation on his part to hold that in.  It was where his mind went.  The same poem was read by two more groups and each group had a child that responded in the same way.  In looking up the poem now, I just discovered that there were two more stanzas that were not a part of the curriculum that I was given to teach.  It reads on in a way that clearly is based on faith in God. The children perceived this.  Here is the poem in its entirety.

Little Things

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

And the little moments,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

So our little errors
Lead the soul away,
From the paths of virtue
Into sin to stray.

Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Make our earth an Eden,
Like the heaven above.

A considerable conversation started between the students following the reading of the ending of The Polar Express.  The characters in the story could only hear the bell ring if they “Believe.” Again, the students began sharing their faith with one another.  One child did not believe and stated in an angry voice, “If there is a God, then God is mean.  Look at all the terrible stuff. There is no God.”  Other children argued back and said there is.  The child again retorted the negative description and one of the children looked at me with upset on his face and said, “That is so mean to say!”   I did have to step into the verbal fight and asked that they speak respectfully to each other and not yell.

There is a depth of belief in these young people.  From my experience, the large majority believed in God. Why then, if it is a minority that doesn’t, that both parts are not allowed to be considered and taught?  Why are children that live spiritually, denied the ability to think spiritually?

 Another child was commenting about his ancestors’ homeland and said, “God lives there.”  Another child quickly followed up and said, “God lives everywhere, but not the devil.”  The quieter children nodded their head in agreement.

 In another situation, a group of students played “Catholic.”  They did this completely on their own and I saw no stimulation that led up to it as each pretended to be a person of the Catholic Church.  I was surprised by this play. One was a priest, another, a Bishop, another, a Cardinal and the other and more dominating child, (who had previously said there was no God) played Pope.  They set up a hierarchy of position and then related to each other based on it.  The priest was not allowed to speak directly to the Pope and the Priest was told he could only talk to “the people.”  

Sometimes children shared with me their Festivals they just celebrated and talked about the foods that they ate as part of their faith celebration.  They live it.  They shared their lives with me.  Why can’t they live it freely longer?  Who turns off the switch?  When does it get turned off?

My teaching situation was in a public school.  Our work time was relaxed and with smaller groups of students, usually seven or less.  There was more time for them to have conversations with each other as they colored or worked on projects or discussed poetry or literature.  They had freedom to speak.

Today I read and saw on Life and Liberty,  a man that puts critical thinking into practice regarding Evolution and God as he interviews people that believe in Evolution.  Some of the points at the beginning could have been made in a shorter amount of time. But, it is worth watching those that do think, start to think in a way they had never been taught until then. 

Genesis 5:1b-2 ESV  When God created man, he made him in the likeness of God. 2 Male and female he created them, and he blessed them and named them Man when they were created.

 Matthew 19:14 NIV  Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."

 

Kiss

 

Let the thought of a kiss come to mind.  Think of giving one.  Think of receiving one. Think of someone that gave you a safe place or you gave a safe place in a kiss. As a child, as a parent, as a friend, as a family member, and to one you love; it happens in relationship.

 When you approach someone to kiss them, you are letting go of anything between you.  You come so close that you are vulnerable.  You trust in a relationship that will receive a gesture so near that you can breathe them in.  You probably remember the fragrance of those you love and care for because of how near you have been to them.   Producing a kiss to give to another is a pouring out of yourself.  It can be an expression of caring or protection, affection, comfort, assurance and a seal of how you feel about them or honor them.  You care.  You are there…and they matter.  

 When you receive a kiss you have allowed someone to draw near and offer themselves to you.  You allow yourself to be vulnerable to them as they have become vulnerable to you.  You allow them to connect to you; the breath and fragrance of their life near your own.

 A handshake is a connection literally at arms-length.

 But, the kiss is a place of great trust, vulnerability, relationship and grace. 

 It is a place of refuge…a place of peace.

 

Psalm 2 is filled with words that speak in advance about Jesus, the Son, and at the end of the chapter, a kiss.

 Psalm 2:12 ESV  Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way,

for his wrath is quickly kindled. Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

 In the near relationship of the Son is the place of safety and peace.  The LORD is saying to “Kiss the Son.”

 

There is blessing there! In the nearness of a kiss there is refuge.  We are given permission in a direction to approach Him and to bring ourselves in such vulnerability to place a kiss upon Him.  We are not harmed in kissing Him, but instead given security and acceptance as we come near enough in affection to offer a kiss.  It is a place of love.

 When we distance ourselves from Him we are in the places of our own making or way that fails.  We perish in the way. We aren’t at peace no matter what we have tried.  When we finally realize this, that is when most of us turn to Him.  He always receives us.  He always makes Himself open for a kiss.  That is grace.  That is love.

The deepest betrayal to Jesus came by way of Judas.  Judas is described as, “one of the Twelve.”  These were those who were closest to Jesus.  They traveled with Him, ate with Him, slept near Him and served with Him.  They were the most privileged of all and He was nearest to them.  

 

Luke 2:47-48 NIV  While he was still speaking a crowd came up, and the man who was called Judas, one of the Twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him, 48but Jesus asked him, “Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?”

 Let that verse reach the fullness of understanding of the betrayal.  This was the way that Judas revealed who Jesus was to the high priests who were taking Him away to be crucified.

Judas was taking what God had given as a command for refuge and security, grace and peace to be used against the very One Who provides it.  It is staggering.  

 
Luke 22:49 NIV When Jesus’ followers saw what was going to happen, they said, “Lord, should we strike with our swords?” 50And one of them struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his right ear.

 
51But Jesus answered, “No more of this!” And he touched the man’s ear and healed him.

52Then Jesus said to the chief priests, the officers of the temple guard, and the elders, who had come for him, “Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come with swords and clubs? 53Every day I was with you in the temple courts, and you did not lay a hand on me. But this is your hour—when darkness reigns.”

In that time the others wanted to defend Jesus, but being Who He is, the place of refuge, He healed the one that was injured and said, “No more of this!”  He spoke against the place of fighting, betrayal, lies and animosity and He placed the wickedness to when, who and where they belong to …

  “when darkness reigns.”
 
Notice Jesus.  Notice His healing.  Notice His refuge.  Notice His grace.  Notice His Truth. Notice His peace.  Notice His love and forgiveness.
 
Yes, kiss the Son.  Kiss Him for all that He is for you.

God speaks about the ones that did not kiss Baal.  Baal is a pagan god and the name is also used in way of an idol.

 1 Kings 19:18  Yet I will leave seven thousand in Israel --all whose knees have not bowed down to Baal and whose mouths have not kissed him."

These seven thousand were kept well and remained in Israel. These are the ones that have not gone so far as to find their security someplace else in an idol, or given their affection  or made themselves vulnerable. By not bowing their knees, they stayed strong standing up against Baal.  The kiss means a lot.

 We aren’t done kissing. 

As Christians, the Bible says to, “greet each other with a holy kiss.”   This is a gesture that does not allow anything to come between each other.  There is vulnerability, trust, caring, security, and peace. Forgiveness and grace are present.

In fact, it says it in MANY places to greet each other in Christ with a holy kiss.

•   Romans 16:16
• 1 Corinthians 16:20
• 2 Corinthians 13:12

A kiss that is holy is holy in Christ.

It is the purity of love, forgiveness and grace.

It is the heart of the message of grace.

Animosity aside is the peace within for a brother.

This is the message of the kiss.

 1 Peter 5:14  Greet one another with a kiss of love. Peace be to you all who are in Christ.

 

Launched and Waiting

                                                      Photo courtesy of James N. Brown

That new day of living in the power of the LORD can be a lot like a rocket launch. Or, maybe it was a revelation and a start of a project that launched you.  Maybe it was the first encounter with the power of His Spirit and you started doing things only God could do through you.  Maybe it was a “Call.”

It’s a place of exhilaration. The launch pad, the vast acceleration, the g-force that is impossible to move out from under the weight of His presence… and you don’t want to.  Then suddenly, you reach out away from the gravitational pull.  The speed isn’t noticed or are you still moving? Are you still in motion or floating?  It’s quieter. It seems still.  There’s peace, but it’s different.

It’s the quiet, the waiting, the not quite there yet, but you definitely aren’t where you were.

I’ve found myself there.  It isn’t a lack of doing. No, it is taking the better part of my faith and strength and effort to wait. 

Trusting that I am on my way to where this launch is taking me. 

Trusting that the Power that launched me has a flight plan.

If I start pressing the buttons to make something happen out of order, it may mess things up a bit.

Sara decided to do a little button pushing of her own.  She was promised that Abraham would be the Father of many nations and instead of waiting, she tried to make it happen. She didn’t believe the Promise that she would conceive, but believed there would be many nations. She set up Hagar for Abraham and Ishmael was made.  Not long after, her own Isaac came along.  The Promise did come.  What if she had waited?  What if we stopped doubting what God said about us and really waited?

 Waiting is sometimes the most grueling of all exercises.

Actively waiting.  I’m watching our daughter nearing her sixth month of pregnancy.  She’s used to making things happen and she makes things happen fast.  Here she is. Waiting.  She has no control over the wait time. It’s hard.  A friend of hers told her that it seems like it is going to take forever, then suddenly, you’re six months along and you realize there isn’t much time left and you start to panic wishing there was more time.  There is expectancy with waiting. 

As her child rapidly developed and cells multiplied, body parts formed, systems began; the child became fully formed in a short amount of time.  But now, the child waits growing stronger, bigger and strengthening lungs, kidneys, muscles and more so that it is strong enough to live life outside of his mother.

I’m finding this in the waiting for Promises to be fulfilled, the new life and His will.

In the quiet, the waiting is a place of growing, strengthening, learning and maturing.

Finding contentment in the waiting is key.  Finding the good, the peace, His presence in the quiet is also part of the experience. It is active faith.

It isn’t unusual.  It happens much more than we have noticed.  Jesus’ big launch came with the fanfare of angels singing and Wise Men tracking Him down and giving Him gifts.  Then came tension and they fled to Egypt and then… it went quiet.  The next time we hear about Jesus is when he is a boy and He is learning and talking with the Teacher’s in the temple and even quietly unnoticed by His parents until three days later they realized that they had left Him behind.  Then, it is quiet again, until His baptism at the Jordan River.  We don’t know what all happened in His quiet, but we know He grew and learned.

David was anointed future King of Israel as a child.  It was years later before he became King.  He grew, matured and his faith strengthened.  John the Baptist spent his quiet in the wilderness.  All we know about that time is his poor wardrobe selection and cuisine. (camel hair and locusts) Until the day came when he began preparing the way for the LORD through baptism and Jesus later saying that there had been none greater than John the Baptist up until that time. 

I have experienced my own frustration in the time it takes for God’s time, but I see how much growing I am doing as He turns over every rock and finds a little more that I need to have Him improve on in me.  I learn.  I mature and I am strengthened.

Having listened to many Bible teachers, often their stories go back to that frustrating place of knowing they were “Called” to something, but tried to make it happen their way and it turned out outlandishly embarrassing or frustratingly slow with just a few people to teach.  There are others that expected their new faith to give them an instant “everything is going to be great” ticket.  We have learning, we have growing, we have maturing and strengthening to do.  I find myself most inspired by those that go through hardships, but hold fast to their faith and joy.  Those are the lives that impact me.

If we are honest about it, the learning isn’t always pretty.  I have found lows that I sunk to and needed His forgiveness and that are too embarrassing to confess to here.  I have been grumpy and pouty.  I have been scared or worried.  Those were the behaviors I needed maturing in and still at times need maturing in.  The more that I go through, the quicker I come out of it.

 I am learning His faithfulness while learning to be faith-filled.

What is working is that I have been purposely looking to God. “Starting with His majesty,” a friend recommended to me.    It’s learning to praise and thank Him more instead of pray my lists as often, worship more instead of worry, love more instead of lament, relax more and rest.  There is more of a smile now.  I’m not pressing my nose against the glass saying, “Are we there yet?” nearly as often.  I’m learning how to wait.   

Isaiah 40:31 KJV But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. 

 

God gives and builds strength and endurance in us in the waiting on Him.  His peace is renewing, His goodness is grace and His love comforts and gives hope.

One of my favorite great waits is found in Acts 1 and 2 as Jesus told them to wait for what the Father had promised.

Acts 1:4 Gathering them together, He commanded them not to leave Jerusalem, but to wait for what the Father had promised, "Which," He said, "you heard of from Me; 5for John baptized with water, but you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit not many days from now."  ESV

Luke 24:9 I am going to send you what my Father has promised; but stay in the city until you have been clothed with power from on high." ESV

It reads in Acts that as they waited, they gathered together and prayed together, women and men and it says, “they were one accord.”  They were in agreement and expectancy. They were waiting on a Promise.  Jesus didn’t want them out trying to begin the ministry of The Good News, His Kingdom come, until they had waited and been strengthened and given the power of His Spirit. Because they waited, they were “clothed in power.”  Their ministry took off and Christianity began to reach the ends of the earth.

Settling in and getting comfortable.  Enjoying where I am and knowing I’m growing.  It’s still work, don’t get me wrong.  Waiting is working.  My hope is that I can look back fondly at the times of faithful waiting and know that I enjoyed that time, too.  All of it is part of the journey.  It builds faith.

It makes one look straight into the face of the Promise Maker and trust.

In the waiting is the receiving.

In the waiting is a receiving of great power and strength.

 

Even as the fish made their great escape at the end of the Disney movie, Finding Nemo, they got to where they wanted to be, but it wasn’t quite as they’d imagined. They still weren’t completely done.  My favorite line from the movie…

 

 

Keep holding to your faith.  Keep waiting as you have been told. Growing, maturing, strengthening and if you are told to, “Go” then, “Go.” 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Touch Back

                                                                                   Photo by Mike Beswick

So Christ has truly set us free. Now make sure that you stay free, and don't get tied up again in slavery to the law   Galatians 5:1 NLT 2007

 
Freedom.  We look for it in a lot of ways that we don’t realize.  We crave it. 

 

I was listening to a podcast of a sermon a friend of mine was giving recently.  He made a comment that he didn’t understand why Christians go back to old-time things.  He used “butter churning” as a metaphor.  Recently, I had been on a social media thread and mentioned that I was churning butter.  I had been shaking cream in a jar with some students of mine as they read, Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder. They were thrilled to make their own butter and enjoyed the process and the sciences as they witnessed the fascinating progression and delicious results that they made happen on their own.  I had just made some with my son who was home for summer break.  It does seem weird, I admit.  (So does the image of football players at this point.  Hang on.)

 But, I became challenged by the viewed “set-back” of what was perceived “escapism.”  In a way, escaping is a form of freedom-seeking.  One of the forms that I see us go to for freedom finding are restorations of things.  I was restoring the process of making butter on my own.  I didn’t have to spend my money on something else someone else made and I could do it myself.  

 Cars give a sense of freedom. My bike did, riding a horse did, too.

There are people that restore old cars.  Often the person gets a car that they may have really liked as a child.  They weren’t able to own one themselves: not enough money, can’t drive, too young.  But, when they get older, that dream of being free to have one for themselves steps in.  They put some of themselves into re-creating one that they had liked from the past.  Sure, there are better cars today, more options, progressive improvements…but, we want to touch back to a place of freedom.  

 

Some touchbacks are family reunions, class reunions, visiting a place you went to when you were a teenager or finding a toy on e-bay that you used to have when you were a kid.  They are memories.  They take you to a place where you had a sense of security and adventure and it is a part of who you are.  These times are often short, little stops and an opportunity to get grounded to who you are and where you came from.  It frees you from today’s moments and expectations to a time where there were fewer, but to stay there in that isn’t progressing or maturing. That was more the point being made in the podcast regarding “butter churning.” 

 

In American football, the Touchback comes after you have strived, tackled, pushed and pulled against your opponent trying to keep them from gaining on you.  It is finally your turn to “receive” the ball.  The challenger kicks the ball to your end of the field.  All one has to do, instead of running the ball forward and dealing with the efforts in it, is to kneel down with the ball where you received it.  You are not tackled, chased and you don’t have to make a run for it.  You are free from fighting for your yardage.

You just kneel.

And, your gain is automatically to the 20 yard line.  You receive 20 yards.

Touchback

 

In Christianity, I have found myself in numerous times of striving.

Trying to make the gain.

Dodging the opponent.

Sometimes getting tackled.

Sometimes making a tackle. 

Sometimes making it into the end zone.  

 

I study Hebrew roots a lot in my Bible reading and I love it.  I can become caught up in it at times, too.  I heard someone recently talking about trying to "keep the Sabbath” and remembering to pray for the peace of Jerusalem.  I felt terrible that I hadn’t prayed much for that.  I started to feel bound again.  These things they are saying are good, but I felt pressure.  I knew I’d probably screw up.  I already had. 

 

Just afterwards, I was reading through Galatians 5.  It is about freedom.  It was about what Christ had done for my freedom.  It wasn’t about what I do.  I felt the pressure fall away from me.  He has taken care of all of my screw-ups; past, present and future.

 

As I did a TouchBack to the cross of what Christ did to free me, I received the gain without striving.  

 

The cross is our place to touchback.

To receive the freedom.  

There… freedom is given.

We are restored.

 

When we do progress and make a run in this life in Christ, we do have a place to touchback. The place of His cross.  We are free from tackles there.  Free from having to run and make an effort on our end.  It’s just receiving.  A place to make a gain and a place to go from again, strengthened by how we are loved and freed and given His Spirit of freedom and strength.

2 Corinthians 3:17  Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.  ESV 2001

BIG BANG

John 8:12 NIV

Then spoke Jesus again to them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that follows me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.

Over the years we get muddled and mixed up.  Our visions become so focused on one thing we lose track of the big picture.  Special interests, stats, mind narrowing opinions with blinders to see or even deafening ourselves from listening to someone that may think a little differently than us.  As I have focused on things, I have sometime become short-sighted into the whole of it.

 Jesus walked into that narrow vision of expectations of who the Pharisees and Jews thought the Messiah should be.  They lost sight of the big picture that had been clearly displayed throughout the Torah that reveals the Messiah. They were missing Him by their own narrowed views.  On the flip side, some can become so inclusive of all, that they miss the truth.  The ones that by majority received Christ most readily as Messiah and LORD were the Gentiles.  They didn’t have the personally formed opinions or their own efforts in studies or time they put in.  They saw the wholeness of Christ and what He did as “God with us” because their vision was open to see I AM in the present.  They were taking it all in.

 This plays out even in the physical act of reading.  I can read for a long time looking at the words on a page or on a screen and when I look up or out my window it takes a while for my vision to adjust to see clearly all that is there and around me.  Sometimes I am amazed at all I had missed.  The sun may have set and there was only a thread of  orange still there in the mostly darkened sky and a better part of my day had passed.

My Christian life didn’t start out in any way of Bible study.  My Christian life was more relational.  I hung out with God.  I talked to Him a lot.  I needed Him a lot.  I noticed things in nature and saw His humor and His heart and His power.  I observed people and I observed all that I believed that He made.  I pretty much walked in His vastness.

When I did decide to really read the Bible, I would read conversations that David had with God in the Psalms and I’d say to Him, “Hey, we did this!”  The more I understood what it was like to really hang out and walk with God and know Him, the more other things made sense.  My vision was so much wider.  When I would read His Word it already was easy to understand.  I recognized His voice, much like a child that reads a message from his parent.  My experiences with Him were often miraculous.  I was used to this Spirituality. It was comfortable to me.  It still is the place where I am most comfortable. 

The older I have become the more I am beginning to recognize Him in other parts of this physical world. I see the Spiritual and physical overlap. Sciences have started to make sense to me because it matched His design and intentions and His Word.  Of those who wrote the Bible thousands of years ago under the inspiration of His Spirit, they write of things that man had not proven or found yet in science.  And as scientists often focus on the science and get deeper and deeper into it over the centuries, today they often miss the connection to the Word of God.  I’m not a scientist, nor am I a Biblical scholar.  I am someone that is comfortable to say anything to God and receptive enough to listen to Him.   You could say I’m child-like.

But, as I see Him more in physical ways I am amazed.  Numerous times in the Bible the LORD is mentioned with Light and Life.  Today, we even make jokes when someone hurts themselves, but not seriously hurt, and we may say to them “stay away from the light” as if it was the Light at the end of the tunnel where God and heaven are as if they are about to pass from this life to the next. The Light at the end of the tunnel.

The beginning of Life and creation is often debated.  As science has narrowed to the physical, it misses a bigger vision.  Science didn’t use to be this way.

 I was doing some reading recently and I am incredibly grateful to be alive in the days of “Google”.  I was researching some science studies on light.  I came across a lengthy document called The New Chemistry, a lecture on molecules and Avogadro’s Law by a scientist named Josiah Parsons Cooke 1827-1894 and it included lectures he did in Cambridge.  Mr. Cooke begins saying its history has been marked by very frequent revolutions in its theories or systems. This is an introduction he made before he began the lecture teaching.

 The courses of the planets have not changed since they were watched by Chaldean astronomers, there thousand years ago; but how differently have their motions been explained first by Hipparchus and Ptolemy, then by Copernicus and Kepler, and lastly by Newton and Avogadro.  He states that I also know that our knowledge of these laws is as yet very imperfect, and that our human systems must be at the best, but very partial expressions of the truth.  Still, it is a fact worthy of our profound attention that in each of the physical sciences as in astronomy, the successive great generalizations which have marked its progress have included and expanded rather than superseded those which went before them.  Through the great revolutions which have taken place in the forms of thought, the elements of truth in successive systems have been preserved, while the error has been constantly eliminated; and so as I believe, it always will be, until the last generalization of all brings us into the presence of that law which is indeed the thought of God. 

As I have been involved recently with young students and areas of physics, I began to understand in very simple forms, the process of nuclear energy and the power of it not just in death, but life. In nuclear physics, one makes a powerful energy by splitting a tiny form, the atom, to create a much greater energy.  More recently, atoms have been split by laser light.

As the sun shines brightly, it is producing an incredible amount of energy that reaches us as light and heat.  The light on the moon is a reflection of the sun upon its dull surface.  The sun is an example of different kinds of energy, kinetic, electromagnetic radiation, thermal, gravitational.  In other forms of energy I learned that Sound is also an energy.

Here is what I began to see in the vastness of God.

 I read the famous equation and Theory of Relativity of Albert Einstein’s,  E=mc2.

 E means energy.  The m means mass and c stands for the speed of light and the 2 is squared.  That means it is the Speed of Light x the Speed of Light.  This equation led scientists to atomic and nuclear energy.  It makes a big bang of energy. 

The beginning of the Bible is Genesis 1 and it starts with an account of creation.  The word Genesis means origin and it is also synonymous to birth. Some scientists say that everything started with a “Big Bang.”

Genesis 1:1 In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

Genesis 1:2 The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.

 The presence of God’s Spirit is hovering over a formless mass and water is mass, too. Water is also a component that is part of every living thing.

Genesis 1:3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.

These were His first mentioned words.  “Let there be light.”  Sound.  And more.

As the Bible says also in John 1:4 NIV  In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.

If you look at God as Life and Light, then we read that God as Light said, “Let there be light.”  We now have c2.  Speed of Light x Speed of Light. 

Can you imagine this equation on a God-Powered level?!  Mass times the speed of light squared equals Energy!  The Biggest, Life-giving Bang and science has the equation but, it was written thousands of years ago by the hand of Moses through the inspiration of His Holy Spirit.  Life. Creation. Genesis.

The theory of relativity goes much further with time and space and the speed of light which is the fastest moving thing that man can measure.  Light travels at a constant finite speed of 186,000 miles a second.  It takes light 8.3 minutes to travel from the Sun to the Earth.  It travels 93 million miles. 

When we read of the “days” God created, the time can possibly mean time in different ways than we know it and relativity, and speed and time play into that. Science now uses the term “space time.”  2 Peter 3:8 NIV  But do not forget this one thing, dear friends; With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years is like a day.  This is before any thoughts of relativity were conceived scientifically.

As we become more aware of God, it says in Isaiah 29:18 NIV In that day the deaf will hear the words of the scroll, and out of gloom and darkness the eyes of the blind will see.

My Dad is a physicist and he told me that when people need glasses to see better, they need lenses that let more light into the eye when the eye lens is not capable of focusing an image properly onto your retina.  The lens prescription is based on the amount of bend into the lens to allow the proper bend amount to the light rays to sharpen the vision.  Light is what allows the vision of the image on the retina.  When you have seen animals that have lived in caves for years and years like small fish or newts, their eyes no longer form fully or open.  You can see dark places beneath their skin that look as if they were to be eyes. They remain blind because they have no light and the need of continued growth of the eyes stopped.   

Light is what is needed to see.  The word for light in Greek is pho.  We see the word pho in photograph which means light-writing.  Photosynthesis. Photons.  All are the part of the element of light.

 This summer has been a wet one.  Water is a life-giving element and so is light.

 Even with all of the rains this summer, my plants are not as big as they usually are this time of year.  We haven’t had many days of sunlight.  When the sun does come out, I notice much more growth.  Light carries the energy to make my plants grow.  This is the process of photosynthesis. Light is a component necessary for growth and vision.

Light is also equated to thought for ideas which is creativity and understanding.(Notice the word create in creativity) Our cartoons will show a character and suddenly there is a light bulb above their head.  It means they had an idea.  In a more recent animated movie called Despicable Me, the main character, Gru, doesn’t have a light bulb when he has an idea.  Instead, he says, “Light bulb.”  It is a humorous twist representing that he had an idea.  

There is a lot more in the Bible regarding light, the lamp stand and being a light. The pillar of fire as a light in the night. The tongues of fire at the time of Pentecost. The potential study, teaching and insights to it already fascinate me.

May Jesus, the Light of this world, give you the vision to fully see Him and open your eyes and your ears to more.  LORD, let there be Light. 

I turned into a Bible fanatic! What On Earth Happened?!

www.hosannalc.org/docs/downloads/CornDrop.mp4

A lot of you, my friends and family and those who read my book, “The Story of Glory,” know how God swept into mine and Alan’s lives four years ago.  Miracles were all around us as God persuaded Alan to come to Him after 23 years of marriage.  Our marriage was saved and so was my husband.   I could tell God wanted me to stay in the marriage and I told the LORD that I would, but I believed it would be at my expense. 

 

I knew it would please the LORD to stay in it.  It would be good for our children, but I thought I would carry resentment and pain all the rest of my days.  As I said to God, “Okay, I will stay,” I asked God if He would please take the pain out of my heart and help me love my husband again.  In an instant, God did. 

 

Then, it began.  I had a marriage I had never dreamed of.  The things that used to hold me back in expressing my faith were now released.  Alan joined me as we pursued knowing God better.  If I went to a Bible class or seminar, he was glad for me.  I was free. 

 

As everything that had led to that time was so incredible, I suddenly had a voracious appetite for the Word of God.  Bible bingeing!  I couldn’t stop!  At one time, our son continued to tell me he was hungry and I couldn’t stop reading.  Finally, he got his short, toddler-sized fork and placed it in the middle of my opened Bible as I was reading.  It struck me.  I was that hungry for the Word of God.  It was beyond anything I had ever felt before.  I also knew I needed to get lunch for our son who needed food, too.  But, I will never forget that little silver fork in the middle of my Bible.

 

As obsessed as I was, I couldn’t understand why I was.  God had done a powerful thing in our lives through our marriage.  There seemed to be so much more, but I was frustrated and didn’t know what that more was.  It was to the point where I was desperate for some answers.  Why was I like this?!  Why had all of my previous success in business slowed up so much that I had all of this free time to read the Word?  Why was He doing this to me?! 

 

I asked my Mom to pray with me.  I was so frustrated.  As we prayed asking God to show Himself and guide me and provide for me, my Mom had a vision of seed corn falling from the sky; tons of it.  At that exact same time, I had a vision of seed corn pouring all around my feet and it was endless.  It gushed as if the bottom of a silo had just opened, but it was God’s silo; a massive, heaven-sized, God silo.  The corn was clean, not a speck of dust as it gushed out.  As Mom and I shared what we each just saw, we were overcome with the simultaneous timing of it as we both saw parts of the same thing.

 

A week later, an important man in my faith life asked if I was going to a particular conference.  I told him that I thought it was for pastors.  He said that it wasn’t just for pastors and made it clear that as much as he was asking me if I was going, he was telling me I was going.  I went.

 

That first night of the conference a head pastor spoke.  At the end of his teaching he opened up a big golf umbrella and held it over his head.  Then…. seed corn poured down on him!  Tons of it.  I started shaking.  He then invited everyone to come forward and take some corn and keep it.  As I went forward I saw all of the corn at my feet and as I knelt to pick it up I was overcome.  I wept.  I knew it was God turning what I saw in Spirit into the physical; the here and now. You should watch the video link I attached now that is above. In the vision in prayer, that corn didn't have all of the dust that came with it.  This makes me happy.

 

The next day at the conference I slipped outside by myself during a short break.  As I flipped open my Bible, I read the words in Luke 8:11 “Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God.”

 

 I went into the next session and I was thinking about what I read.  I started to think that maybe I was supposed to attend a seminary and train.  While in that smaller session with about 200 people in it, the speaker, with great charisma, looked at me in the middle of the seated crowd and said boldly, “You do not need to go to seminary, the Holy Spirit teaches!”  Again, I was wowed. 

 

A week later I received a phone call.  I was informed that the woman that had been our leader for Women’s Ministry for the popular fall Bible studies was stepping down.  As soon as I heard the news I knew I was to lead.  I didn't jump at it.  When I heard about it I responded like I was about to be pushed into something.  I said, "Oh, no.....oh, no...."  and I asked God if He was sure.  He said, "You're already in, start swimming."

 

I had never done anything like this before.  I was a follower, not a leader.  How was I to even speak to these women?  When I interviewed years ago in a group interview with only five people, I was so nervous my face twitched uncontrollablly.  I can still picture the way the people looked at me as they watched my face twitch.  It makes me laugh now.

 

Somehow, I was able to lead.  I was not nervous.  In this study we usually had Bible homework each week.   This particular study didn’t have any so I wrote the Bible homework.  It flowed!  It was easy!  I loved it!  Who was I?!! 

 

That summer as I was preparing, I got to see The Dead Sea Scrolls with my own eyes.  I was engrossed.  As God was opening the Word to me, He allowed me to see His Word on ancient scrolls, unchanged, after thousands of years.

 

Since then, I have continued to study His Word.  It opens up in front of my eyes in unexplainable ways.  I continue to write, to teach and to share.  I have an unstoppable zeal for it.  There is nothing I would rather do than read, write and teach His Word.  To me, there is no high like the MOST HIGH. 

 

As my family and husband have now caught up with this fanatic and have recently prayed for me that God would open every door possible to teach, lead and write, I look at this incredible fulfillment of purpose I never expected.  At what I thought would be an expense in forgiving has been the greatest gift of new life than I could have ever imagined.  So, yes, those that have known me for a long time, those that know my struggles, my sins, and my short-comings; all that I do now is not of me.  It is only of the One Who calls me by name as I stumble along, obeying as best as this undeserving, imperfect woman can.  His glory, His story must be made known.  He is the One deserving.

 

Psalm 105:1  Give thanks to the LORD and proclaim his greatness. Let the whole world know what he has done.