New possibilities! A fresh start! Thank you to dear friend Margie for sending me this short video to jumpstart my heart and mind for 2015. It worked! May it do the same for you. Praying today that God will bless each one of you with laughter, good health and an extra dose of His grace and peace in 2015. Much love to you from Bondi Ministries!
About 2:45 this morning, my kind husband turned me from my side onto my back so I could sleep more comfortably. Now on my back, my eyes naturally looked to the top of my bedroom wall where there is a window, not that can be opened because it’s too high, but for light. With a sleepy grin and a nod toward the window I murmured, “Hey Mike, there’s the star from the Christmas story.” After he crawled back in bed, I watched that star through the window. At 2:59 it was at the top of the window a little left from center. At 3:14 it was in the bottom right corner and by 3:15 I could no longer see it through the window.
Hmm… It always seemed a little strange that 3 wisemen actually followed the star, but after following the star through my window last night I now totally see how they could’ve done it. You simply keep walking towards it as it moves. Then when the star didn’t move for more than say, 30 minutes, they must’ve started looking around thinking, “He’s got to be here somewhere.”
Scripture doesn’t say exactly how they found the manger except that the star “stopped over the place where the child was.” (Mt 2) But my guess is it couldn’t have been more than say, a 1/4 mi. diameter, that they walked under the star before finding Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus.
We all have a star, a way to follow Jesus, but we often disregard it, especially at this busy time of year when we think it’s all about having all things perfect in our homes to celebrate His birth! I want to be wise. I want to follow Jesus. Friends, we too find Jesus when we truly seek Him with our heart. Take time in the next few days to read the account of the wisemen in Matthew 2 and be reminded how our precious salvation indeed began at Christmas. Remember before you read to always ask God to reveal something new to you while reading the passage. He always does, when we ask!
Here we are in the season of Advent which encompasses the four weeks leading up to the celebration of Christmas. Advent comes from the Latin “ad venire” or “to come to.” As a child in church I always heard, “Come Lord Jesus, come Lord Jesus” to which I’d think, “Well, hasn’t he already come? He’s already been born and walked the earth otherwise we wouldn’t be celebrating his birthday, right?” I confess it was always a hair confusing to me.
It wasn’t until later that I learned that Advent is a season of preparation directing our hearts and minds to Christ’s second coming at the end of time, in addition to preparing for the anniversary of the Lord’s birth on Christmas.
Directing our hearts and minds to Christ’s second coming at the end of time…hmm…now that’s a bigger directive than just decorating your local church in purple and making sure we have enough ushers for Christmas masses or services. We’re talking eternity here.
Admittedly, as a wife, mom, in-law, sister, aunt, godmother and friend, it’s easy for me to forget to direct my heart and mind to Christ’s second coming. After all, there’s a lot to do to prepare for the parties and presents! But here are some great, practical ideas from American author, teacher and pastor William Arthur Ward (1921-1994) on how we can prepare for Christ’s second coming as well as for the anniversary of his birth. Every year this helps me take focus off what society and commercialism has created of Christmas and onto what I believe our Heavenly Father Is asking me to do. Now during these weeks when I sing in the congregation, “Ready the way of the Lord!” taking Ward’s suggestions certainly puts my words in action. Join me in training ourselves to do this not only during Advent, but throughout the year as we prepare to meet Jesus one day face to face!
Fast from judging others; Feast on the Christ dwelling in them.
Fast from emphasis on differences; Feast on the unity of life.
Fast from apparent darkness; Feast on the reality of light.
Fast from thoughts of illness; Feast on the healing power of God.
Fast from words that pollute; Feast on phrases that purify.
Fast from discontent; Feast on gratitude.
Fast from anger; Feast on patience.
Fast from pessimism; Feast on optimism.
Fast from worry; Feast on divine order.
Fast from complaining; Feast on appreciation.
Fast from negatives; Feast on affirmatives.
Fast from unrelenting pressures; Feast on unceasing prayer.
Fast from hostility; Feast on non-resistance.
Fast from bitterness; Feast on forgiveness.
Fast from self-concern; Feast on compassion for others.
Fast from personal anxiety; Feast on eternal truth.
Fast from discouragements; Feast on hope.
Fast from facts that depress; Feast on verities that uplift.
Fast from lethargy; Feast on enthusiasm.
Fast from thoughts that weaken; Feast on promises that inspire.
Fast from shadows of sorrow; Feast on the sunlight of serenity.
Fast from idle gossip; Feast on purposeful silence.
Fast from problems that overwhelm; Feast on prayer that strengthens.
Praying for each one of you this season as you prepare your hearts and minds for the Lord……
“Having scourged Jesus, delivered him to be crucified.” Matt 27:26
“Father, forgive, for they know not what they do.” Luke 23:34
“Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.” Luke 23:43
“He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would happen.” Matt 28:6
“And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Matt 28:20
Reading and hearing the account of the Resurrection each year, these are the passages that jolt me and make me draw a deep breath. The pain of scourging. The power to forgive. The power to own eternity. The power to be with all peoples at all times. Thank you Jesus for ALL you have done in order for us to spend eternity in pure freedom.
And while we wait for eternity, I refuse to just muddle through life here on earth…which leads me to Eph 1:17-21 where Paul writes: that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and of revelation in the knowledge of him, having the eyes of your hearts enlightened, that you may know what is the hope to which he has called you, what are the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and what is the immeasurable greatness of his power toward us who believe, according to the working of his great might that he worked in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly places, far above all rule and authority and power and dominion, and above every name that is named, not only in this age but also in the one to come.
Wow. We have available to us real Easter power! Yet we can live our whole lives blindfolded to it because we have never really had to depend on his power. This wheelchair has made me depend on him, and at times, his power alone. I pray that you will not wait for a catastrophe to lean hard into his muscle. At some point this weekend, I encourage you to put the jellybeans and colored eggs aside in order to spend time in worship and asking Him to give you the “spirit of wisdom and of revelation in the knowledge of him.”
For me personally, one of the saddest stories in the Bible is found in three of the four Gospels, but my favorite version is in Mark 10:17-27. This is the story of a young man, who is so moved by Jesus’ teachings that he runs up to Jesus and asks him: “What must I do to inherit eternal life?” And Jesus responds:
“You lack one thing; go, sell all that you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.”
I grieve for that man and for what he missed out on. He was in the presence of the Son of God and he was excited and wanted to learn more. He was even invited to travel with and be taught by Jesus—but, because he was asked to give up the life he knew; because of physical wealth, he turned down Jesus’ invitation and walked away. This man made the biggest mistake of his life and it was because he was afraid of a future that was uncertain to him and different from the path he’d planned. He missed out on getting to know Jesus personally and may have missed out on heaven because of his fear of altering the course he was already on.
When Renée’s neck was broken and she became quadriplegic, I had a tough choice to make. Should I stay with Renée and care for someone confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life? Or should I leave Renée and “start over” and have a “normal” life. Choosing to embrace uncertainty was tough. Prayer gave me peace, and although I never heard a voice telling me to take this path, I got a sense of calm when I asked God if I should stay with Renée. I asked, “We’re now on this roller coaster together, do I stay on the ride or jump off?” My next thought was quiet and sure. “We will see this through together.” Today, I know that sense of peace was the Holy Spirit.
We were married in 1989 and fools that we are, we opted to go to Mexico for our Honeymoon. Well, just for the record, curb-cuts and accessibility is not as big a priority in Mexico as it is in the United States. We had a good time, but we came home THANKFUL that we live in a country that embraced accessibility.
A little bit of denial can be healthy. A short time after we were married, Renée and I were invited to visit friends in Phoenix. We hadn’t flown on an airplane since Renée’s accident; but hey, we weren’t going to let something like the fact that Renée was quadriplegic get in our way. I booked the flight, rented a convertible Chrysler Le Baron and off we went. Now, mind you, it wasn’t without some challenges. We figured out the flight OK with the assistance of some helpful flight attendants; and the wheelchair arrived in Phoenix, too. But lifting Renée’s fanny from her wheelchair and placing her in the passenger seat of the rental car was not the easiest maneuver; and then lifting her empty electric wheelchair and placing it in the backseat of that same rental car wasn’t the smoothest move either. But, I need to tell you that driving through the warm Arizona desert with the convertible top down and Renée laughing from the front passenger seat was a memory I’ll never forget. Traveling can be scary and sometimes fear of the unknown prevents us from trying new things. My advice: Go for it. Life is too short to live in a bubble.
In 1992, Renée was invited to sing and be interviewed by the pastor of a local church for their Sunday services. What occurred that day was miraculous. Renée told of the pain and loss she suffered from her paralysis, but she also shared her deep trust and faith in our Lord and she encouraged others to TRUST GOD. The congregation was touched and word spread. Five years later, Renée and I were traveling all over the country encouraging young and old to persevere in their faith. What a joy and how fulfilling to be able to use our pain to minister to others. And how awesome to give honor to our Lord for His active presence in our lives. We’ve met some incredible people in our travels. And a wonderful aspect of the ministry, is that I’m able to travel with Renée to most events because a majority of conferences and concerts take place on weekends…and my job as an Human Resources Director takes place Monday through Friday…so we get to share the ministry experiences together on most weekends. The blessing of sharing in this ministry as a family, meeting the people and hearing their stories is priceless.
In 1995, eleven days before our son was born, Renée’s sister, Michelle, had a horrible accident and broke her back…which has left her also confined to a wheelchair. The day Renée gave birth to Daniel was filled with tears and concern for Michelle who was still in ICU from her extensive injuries. I remember wondering if we’d ever feel joy again as a family…even though this was the day that the Lord would give us our only child, Daniel. As a man, I wanted to fix things, but once again, Michelle’s injury was something that I couldn’t fix and a dark cloud hovered over Renée, myself and the delivery. Within moments of when Daniel was born, as if on command, the beloved pastor of our church walked into the delivery room and asked in his deep, recognizable voice, “…Is there a baby in the room?” My heart was filled with joy at how God had orchestrated that moment to have our pastor arrive at the hospital at that perfect time. Our grief for Michelle was interrupted, our son was born healthy and God revealed to us that light would erase the darkness, as it always does.
Being a dad has given me tremendous joy. Seeing our son grow in both age and wisdom has been deeply rewarding. As I look back, I am so grateful for the years of being able to drive Daniel to school each morning and having our early morning conversations. And I wouldn’t trade the Boy Scout Campouts and other adventures we’ve shared for anything in the world. Earlier this year, Daniel graduated from high school and earned his Eagle Scout Rank. I could not be more proud of our son for his perseverance and the sacrifice it took for him to earn this achievement. Daniel is an avid singer and guitar player (both gifts he inherited from his mom). He tolerates backpacking with his dad and he loves snowboarding, reading and, yes, video games.
Last month, on May 16th which was the 25th anniversary of our injury, Renée and I drove out to Escondido and camped at DixonLake. The evening we arrived, we shut everything off around us…and just the two of us sat and reminisced on the last 25 years. We made a list of the blessings that we’ve experienced. Wow! If you’re ever feeling down or melancholy, take the time to think about all the things you are thankful for…and your attitude will change immediately. Get off the negative and focus on the positive and everything brightens.
Two hours later, we had a list of almost 100 experiences and memories that we had shared together and we both considered them blessings from our heavenly Father.
Surviving 25 years of paralysis and still loving AND even liking each other was at the top of the list of blessings.
Being able to travel and minister at churches, youth groups, prisons, conferences…and being able to point people to our Lord has brought great purpose to our pain. God never wastes our tears.
Time is precious. Don’t waste it. If I’d had known that I’d be dancing my last dance with Renée the night before her accident, I would have been on that dance floor for every song. The lesson I’ve learned? Live life to the fullest and don’t sit on the sidelines. Dance when the music is playing; and when suffering occurs, put your trust in the Lord.
So back to the story of the rich man in the gospel of Mark…I would like to think that one day he turned around and said yes to following Jesus. He may have, I don’t know. But what I do know is that blessings abound. Miracles happen. God is with us. Try not to fear change. Oftentimes, change brings blessings.
I’ve learned to give thanks for little things. Sometimes we can allow the darkness of a difficult situation to taint us and put us into a state of mind that paralyzes us and prevents us from experiencing joy. And this is not of God. Taking time to notice a beautiful sunset or the smell of an ocean breeze are gifts that we are meant to enjoy and appreciate. God gives us these gifs every day and we can make a conscious choice to acknowledge and appreciate them or to ignore them. I liken this to how we would respond if a close friend wrapped up a gift for us and gave it to us. Would we ever ignore it or even fail to acknowledge such a gift? Of course not. The same is true of the grace that our Lord has given us; and it’s up to us to acknowledge, accept and appreciate His gifts. Even when ill winds are blowing, there are positive things that can be acknowledged.
As we move forward with the next 25 years, Renée and I are going to focus on spending more time with our Lord. We’re going to take more spontaneous trips to the beach. Schedule time to visit with the friends we see too infrequently. We’re going to take walks together with our new Labrador puppy, Shasta; and we’re going to start that bible study in our home so we can continue to grow in our relationship with our Lord. God is always with us; we just need to open our eyes to recognize how faithful He is and how much He loves us. He invites us to follow Him and when we do, we open ourselves up to amazing opportunities. It’s been an incredible and fulfilling 25 years and I’m eagerly looking forward to seeing what the Lord does with us in the years to come.
Thanks for being part of our life,
My mind was a blur. Less than two hours earlier, I’d been told that my fiancée was in critical condition and might not survive. Now I was on a flight from Denver to Los Angeles racing to get to her bedside. The flight seemed like the longest flight I’d ever taken. Minutes dragged on and seemed like hours. I remember staring out the window wondering what had gone wrong and hoping, praying that I got to the hospital in time. I remember praying,
“…Heavenly Father, I don’t understand what’s going on…but I ask you….I beg you…to protect Renée and keep her safe…keep her alive until I get to the hospital… Please Lord, watch over her…”
I also remember looking at the other passengers on the plane, seeing their smiles and thinking to myself, “My world is falling apart and no one has a clue what I’m going through.” I felt helpless and totally alone even though there were 150 other passengers on the flight. When we finally landed, my dad with my brother Steve and close friend Alex were there, waiting to drive me the hospital.
I met up with Renée’s family in the waiting room. It was here that I heard the news firsthand that Renée had fallen out of her bed in the middle of the night and broken her neck and that if she survived the next few days (plus the surgery needed to fuse her neck), she’d be quadriplegic, paralyzed from the chest down, for the rest of her life. Ironically, even though the prognosis was extremely bleak… it was still better than my worst fear which was that I wouldn’t make it to the hospital before she passed away. Whew, thank you God.
A few minutes later, I was able to get in to see Renée in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU). I don’t know what I was expecting, but what I saw and heard was beyond reason. Renée looked tired and frazzled, but as soon as she saw me, she smiled and that smile radiated to my very soul. When I got to her bedside, she looked up at me, and with a slight grin and a twinkle in her tired eyes, she whispered, “Well honey, at least we’ll get the good parking spots.” And with that we both laughed. At that moment, I realized that even if Renée’s body was broken, as long as her mind, her wit and her sense of humor were still intact, we had a chance to make this work.
God answered my prayers and kept Renée in this world until I could get to the hospital but better than that, He gave her the strength to encourage me. At that moment, I had an unbelievable sense of comfort. I knew that she was going to be okay. I didn’t really understand what “okay” meant anymore, but the Holy Spirit gave me a sense of peace. Blind faith.
And so began our road of taking one day and even one minute at a time allowing us to maneuver through the obstacle course of this new life. Even though I knew the road ahead was going to be bumpy and full of tremendous challenge, Renée’s smile and sense of humor gave me the encouragement to embrace each day. I began to pray more earnestly and started my daily dialog with God. “Our” injury challenged my faith and in kind of a silly way, I realized that the Lord had answered my simple prayer. He’d kept Renée alive, so I continued to ask Him to watch over her and keep her safe.
The weeks that followed were a blur. Late nights at the hospital, surgery to fuse the broken neck, prayer services with our local community and church, adjusting to my new job back in California and all while learning the world of quadriplegia – transferring her from the bed to wheelchair, bladder/bowel issues and what to do when she became faint. During this entire time, I continued with my long conversations with God, expanding my prayers beyond just Renée to now asking for protection on both of us, praying for Our Lord’s protection over us as a couple. Each time I prayed, I received peace, knowing we were being carried and protected. Every time, I received an inner peace. Our future was not clear, but our being together was certain. Through it all, we both struggled emotionally but we also laughed and prayed together. Several months later, we set a new wedding date for October 1989.
There is no question about it – following your heart is sometimes the toughest thing to do, but when we take a chance, covering it in constant prayer to Jesus, it opens us up to the most remarkable and rewarding experiences of our lives. The years that followed have included heartache, tears, pain and hardship…but they have also been filled with more laughter, joy, peace and happiness than most people see in their lives. We are the most fortunate couple I know and our love for one another, since it is coupled with our faith in a very trustworthy God, is deeper and wider than anything that could have been. We are blessed.
Anniversaries give us pause to celebrate but sometimes they are also painful. Twenty-five years ago a phone call changed my life. May 16, 1988 was the worst day. The events and experiences that transpired put my life on a course that I would never have imagined; and down a path that forged me into a better person.
That fateful phone call came on a Monday morning and I’d been in a business meeting at work in Denver. The department secretary unexpectedly interrupted the strategy meeting and told me that I had an incoming call from my dad. This was before cell phones or text messages. Annoyed and a little embarrassed at being interrupted, I told Louine, that I’d call back at a break. When she insisted that I take the call, I was surprised, and then I noticed her expression and her eyes. She looked troubled. Something was terribly wrong.
When I got to the phone, my father told me that there had been an accident and that my fiancée, Renée, was in intensive care. He didn’t know details, only that Renée was in critical condition with a broken neck and might not survive. My mind couldn’t fathom the words I was hearing. Then a floodgate of tears erupted and I told Dad that I’d be back in OrangeCounty in a few hours and I asked him to meet me at the airport.
I had moved from Southern California to take a new job in Denver a few months earlier. At that time I’d been engaged to Renée for almost a year, and our plans were for her to join me in Colorado after our wedding which was scheduled for July 23. Our wedding date was two months away and we were both excited to start our new life together. My fiancée was beautiful but not only in a physical way; she had a wonderfully positive attitude and she was a joy to be around. She was charismatic, outgoing, caring, and lighthearted. No baggage. She was as beautiful inside as she was out. The real deal. Everything I had been looking forward to was changed by that fateful phone call.
But God is faithful to me. I’ll share how in the next couple posts……
How I miss seeing your faces! Being a wife and mom, I have stayed close to home to be a part of Daniel’s junior and senior year and today, June 1, he’s graduating from high school! It will be an emotional day, for sure. I can still remember the first few weeks of his life when I confided in my mother-in-law Sandra, “Without the use of my hands and feet, this is so scary. If I can just get him to first grade, then I know my verbal instructions will become more important than my lack of hands.” Six years later, Sandra’s amazing memory nudged her to call me the day before first grade saying, “Well sweetheart, you made it!” How we rejoiced! (Well, I actually bawled my eyes out.)
And today, we celebrate his high school graduation, becoming a wonderful singer, an Eagle Scout and simply, a fine young man. We are so proud of him! AND we are deeply grateful for our Lord’s loving-kindness to us. Mike and I will be sitting in the bleachers sighing, “Wow God, you are soooooo faithful.”
Because Daniel will be off to college in the fall and my mother’s knee surgery/ rehab has been successful, I can now come up for air and make plans for the rest of 2013 and 2014. If your church or organization needs an encourager for your next event, it would be a privilege to partner with you. I so look forward to seeing your smiling face again. Let’s get together and praise our Lord mightily for HE IS FAITHFUL!
I was truly touched and inspired at the Good Friday service at my home church Holy Trinity tonight. I love these 3 days and I knew I needed tonight. To get my head out of the world and in the Spirit, I spent time this afternoon reading the crucifixion story in all four Gospels. Wow, I need to do that every year! Our church chose to share John’s version and the prophecy of Isaiah 53. Even though I have read Isaiah’s prophecy many times and even sung it in Handel’s Messiah for years, I’m still blown away. It is always, always made new. Life-breathing, yet again.
At one point our pastor highlighted verse 2b of Isaiah 53: “He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.” Not quite the picture we often see of a handsome, brown eyed Savior! I admit that I’ve never paused on that verse before. As one who often feels like I don’t have the right clothes or the hippest hairstyle to go out on stage to speak & sing, well, this passage inspires me greatly. Friends, we don’t have to have the perfect look to do extraordinary things. Jesus, who did for all of humanity, far beyond any of us could ever imagine, “had no beauty or majesty… nothing in his appearance that we should desire him”.
The scourging, the blood, the outrageous pain. All so that we could spend eternity with Our Lord?! There are no words that can ever fully express my gratitude for receiving the freedom that comes through His stripes.
Lord Jesus, may You continue to give me the patience and strength to live a life honoring Your love for me.
One of the things I love to do on special days of the Church year is to look up in Scripture the details of why we are celebrating, or commemorating, that day. So today I spent a wonderful, quiet time in God’s Word looking up the events of the Last Supper in each of the four Gospels. I absolutely LOVE how God always shows me something new even though I have experienced many Holy Thursdays. This year, today, I’m seeing how the washing of the feet is only in John’s Gospel. Matthew, Mark and Luke don’t speak of it at all. Or how “Take and eat; this is my body……This is the blood of my covenant…” is found in Matthew, Mark and Luke’s accounts, but not John’s. And John chose to record so much more of Jesus’ dialogue during the Last Supper than the other gospel writers. There is a ton!
Yet even though I was a bit “academic” spending time comparing Gospels, Our Lord still found a way to warm my heart and touch me personally. It was in John 17. Here Jesus is praying to the Father – yes, His own words – and He is praying for us. You and me! No, it’s not where he’s instructing us on how to pray as in the Lord’s Prayer, but rather He Himself is praying.
Do you sometimes wonder how other people pray? What words do they use? Do they stay on one subject very long? Do they readdress God by saying “Father” or “Lord” in between phrases? I know there’s no right or wrong way to pray, but I admit those questions have crossed my mind over the years. Well, here in chapter 17 of John’s Gospel we get to look right into the heart of Jesus and hear His voice praying to His, and our, Father. He had you and me in mind when He prayed “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am.” (vs.24)
So as you close your Holy Thursday, you might want to turn to this chapter and read how Jesus prayed for us – how he was thinking and desiring eternity for us – the night before He knew He was to be crucified.