You Possess My Soul

Though darkness closes in,
Though night is all I see,
You, oh Lord, are here with me.
You are here with me.

Though trouble's all around,
I will not be afraid,
You, oh Lord, possess my soul.
You possess my soul.

Holy Lord, Creator of all things,
You sent Your only Son,
To be the sacrifice for me.

And all that I can do
Is be amazed by You,
My God who's here with me.


--Johnie

Context of "I am Crucified with Christ"

Well, this morning I learned something new that really spoke to me.  I have always loved Galatians 2:20, that goes, "I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me."  I think most Christians know the verse.   Well, this morning for the first time ever, I learned that this was spoken by Paul as a public rebuke to Peter for ceasing meals with Gentiles when certain Jews came to him from James in Jerusalem to Antioch.  Peter was falling back on the law he grew up with just to look good in front of other Jews, albeit that they too were Christians.

I have always memorized this verse as a bite-sized theology morsel that stands alone, but in the context that I now understand it was spoken in, it probably came with much pain and a small bit of righteous anger as Paul confronted Peter from his heart.  In context, it has more depth. 

It is so important to find context with scripture.  I have read in many books and heard many more pastors grab a verse and then try to make the verse say what they needed it to say to fit inside a 3-point sermon.  But the Word of God speaks for itself, and we should try to understand the who's, what's, when's, and where's of what we are reading in the Bible in order to more applicably understand what happened and how it applies to us.  We need context.

To put it another way, a person could grab a ton of verses out of the book of Job and use them for a lesson or sermon and many of them sound pretty good.  But they might have been Job's friends speaking, for which the Lord severely judged them for their inaccuracies of who God is and how He works.  It would be irresponsible to use verses from the Bible if those verses were quoting someone who was later discredited in the Bible.  The Bible tells how it was, not embellishing the truth to promote a certain cause or belief, as many critics claim.  The dirty facts of history conveyed in the Holy Scriptures, teach us through the broken and sinful lives of others.  The Bible shows us how God deals with sinful man, and how He still desires relationship with us.

As for Peter, God was still working on him, making him ever-so more like Christ.  Yes, Paul rebuked him, but he didn't abandon him.  The rebuke was apparently taken to heart by Peter.  He didn't fall away or run away.  The next time you read Galatians 2, just imagine Paul saying his discourse to you.  What would it be about?  Is there any area in your life where you are using the law like a crutch? Are your ideas about God at all performance based?  Are you trying to earn God's favor?  Before you say "no", ask yourself how real you are at church, and how real you are as a Christian in the world.  Sometimes we dress up for church or we ask our church leaders to wear a suit and tie.  Does the outer appearance make one holier?  We know the answer, and it should be convicting, in a good way.  Maybe in our soul searching, we can start to understand what it means to be crucified with Christ.


--Johnie

Union Unrest, Democrat Deserters

Hark!  Are these the blusterous winds of spring a-blowing, and not even yet March, or is there something else afoot.  The Muslim world is exploding like a tin of Jiffy-mix Popcorn tossed in the fire.  But Minnesota?  That cold land of cows, cheese and the Prairie Home Companion has always seemed like a peaceful land of cool accents?  Right now though it has more angry protesters on their house floor than I ever thought possible.  At least in Texas, they had rules about who could be on the floor of the state legislature, but then again maybe I didn't get the memo about the sporty orange t-shirt "free pass". 

Too bad those protesters that keep showing up can't proxy for the democrats that won't show.  I totally understand their frustration that once they go back to work, the vote will happen and they will essentially lose.  I just want to know if they are still getting paid while they are AWOL?  Are they sending in fake sick notes to the governor like the spirited pro-union bunch that didn't show up to work?  In every job I've ever had, I went to work even when I didn't like it.  If somebody was going to hire me, I would do all I could to not fail the hand that signed my pay check.  They trusted me to do my job, and I did my best.  But honestly, to lie about being sick so they can march and protest - it doesn't win my sympathy.  Did these state senator's take their cues straight from Monte Python?  Their battle cry seems to be, "Run away!  Run away!"  If they don't like their jobs, then why don't they just quit?  If a team doesn't show up to a game, they forfeit, and this is no different.

Are unions bad?  No.  They formed out of necessity and helped people get safer work environments and out of slums.  But that's not what it's about anymore.  It's about power.  I wish I could say though that the unions would protect people's jobs, but it's just not true. 


Johnie

What America Really Needs

Thank you.  Everybody, please have a seat.  I would like to welcome the new 112th Congress, even the new speaker, John the former bar-sweep.  I said please have a seat.  But, seriously,  let's stand in honor and solidarity with Gabby Giffords who is recovering tonight.  You may be seated.  Now I know we've had our differences, and we don't see eye to eye on practically anything, but that's a good thing.  The system is working.  We are all part of the big American family.  And of course, that is bigger than any of our real families.  

I found this little saying in a fortune cookie I was given.  Can we work together tomorrow, like we are sitting together tonight?  Stand and clap as long as you like.  I believe we can and must.  Obviously, the voters who sent all the new congressmen to this house did so because they thought governing should be a shared responsibility, and not just left in the hands of one party.  To get new laws passed, both democrats and republicans must move forward together or not at all.  Somebody's got to give, and we know I'm right.  Let me put it this way, this is bigger than party and politics.  It's bigger than any one of us.  Why, it's really, really big!  Elections come and elections go, but they don't mean as much as jobs and the economy.  

We are poised for progress!  Boy, are we poised!!  How I can feel the poising tonight!  How shall we measure this progress?  By what kind of opportunities for a better life we leave for our children, besides the national debt.  I'm talking about the tax cuts we made last month.  Now that's what I call a boost in your pay check.  Yeah, the world is changing, and some people have seen their pay checks shrink.  But that's because the days of easy jobs are over.  A lot of stores are closing.  Factories are boarded up.  Down towns are deserted.  Well, the rules have changed.  But why have nations like China and India been doing so well, while America hasn't?  It's because their kids are smarter than American kids!  We've got to out-innovate, out-educate, and out-build the rest of the world.  Who knows!  Maybe that will get our labor costs as cheap as those of growing countries.  Good time to clap.  Good time to stand, too.

Now nobody in the world is as creative or ingenious as America.  But it is the governments responsibility to pay for research and development, because, if they didn't who would?!!  The Internet and GPS would not have happened without the government flipping the bill for research.  Sure, it was for military research, but that's just what we need - more military.  Just as long as you know, this is your sputnik moment....
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Oh, I just can't stand it anymore.  These speeches are mostly a pep-rally for the Presidential party of the moment.  I do like to hear their big aspirations and plans.  But the system works because of the checks and balances brought on by election-day mood swings of the masses.  If the republicans just gave in to what the democrats wanted, they would just be all democrats.  The new Congress in the House reflects the will of the majority for right now because they want change.  But it will change again.

I know how it feels to be one of those unemployed faces, feeling under-utilized day after day.  I wished for work and even wrote the President, telling him about it.  I have friends right now that are in the same boat.  I enjoy hearing these State of the Union speeches, because they are slightly funny.  They only rally those who voted for that particular President. Such speeches only emphasize the differences while trying to say words of solidarity and unity with an under-tone of "my way is the right way." 

God knows His plans for our nation, and they aren't about making it an economic empire.  They aren't about frustrating children with even longer school hours and more home work.  They aren't about funding a research grant.  His plans haven't ever changed from generation to generation.  People need a Savior to save them from themselves.  Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.  That's His promise. 

Seek the LORD while He may be found, Call upon Him while He is near. Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; Let him return to the LORD, And He will have mercy on him. - Isaiah 55

That's what I want to hear in a President's speech.  But who needs the speech when we've already been given the words of life.

Disciplined Diet

At the beginning of the year, I joined Weight Watchers.  I was heavier than I'd ever been in my life, and knew I needed some dietary discipline.  At my first weigh-in I weighed a whopping 202 lbs, which is technically considered obese.  In Weight Watchers they tell you based on your height and age how many points you can eat a day and they are calculated to help you lose weight.  You don't eat "diet food" unless you want to.  Instead you eat what you normally do, only with something very foreign called "portion control" tied into it.  That's right - Weight Watchers is about self control, portion control, eating healthier, and just all round discipline.  If you exercise, you get a few more points, because you burned more calories.  You can eat all the fruits and vegetables you want because they are calculated at zero points.  That is unless you cook them in oil or sugar.  You have to count the points for those. 

Needless to say, in my personal weigh-ins, I have lost 7.2 lbs so far.  My target weight is 167 lbs, so I have a ways to go, and I am planning on making it there by April.  It's really amazing how I feel so much better even after losing just 7 lbs!  Well, I figured maybe I could help inspire others who have wondered about joining Weight Watchers to lose weight, especially guys.  I know that I always looked at that kind of thing as something women did, but I don't anymore. 

It only costs $40/month, until you maintain your target weight for 6 weeks and then it's free!  I can hardly wait for that!!

--Johnie

Three Wishes in Alabama

Friday when we were on the long trip of our journey from Georgia to Texas, we had to stop on one of our many potty breaks in Alabama.  When we walked into this certain convenience store, there was an Indian working the counter.  He was an Indian like from India, and he had an elaborate Indian turban wrapped around his head. 

When we walked had just gotten through the door, Andrew exclaimed in amazement, "Dad!  A Genie works here!"  And the guy really looked the part.  He really enjoyed watching the kids pick out snacks, and was very friendly.  I just really liked hearing what Andrew said in his innocence.

Later, Johnie

Talking to Mom on the Phone

Don't get me wrong.  I am really glad to be here in south Georgia.  In a short two weeks this summer, I went from Census worker in Wichita Falls to Engineer in Georgia.  And I like it fine.  The people are nice.  The weather is a little bit more tolerable.  The trees are prettier.  There are about 7 Christian radio stations, even if only two of them come through well all the time.  So I'm glad to be here.

But when I talk to my mom on the phone I really long to be back in Wichita.  Let me paint you a picture of what I miss.  Earlier I called her.  She told me about the rain, and boy is it raining there right now!  The strong thunderstorms of north Texas are so familiar to me.  For 20 years I studied the rain through those same windows, and I can just picture it in my mind.  I have been soothed many times by the churning rumble and steady drips that put me deep in thought.  Over the phone I couldn't hear the rain, but I could hear Tennessee Ernie Ford playing loud and strong.  If you know my sister Nelda, then you've no doubt experienced what I'm describing.  She loves Ernie Ford so much, for years she wanted to marry him! 

In just an hour from when I'm writing this, Gayle is taking mom and Nelda to the Cousins Family Reunion held this year at Faith Baptist Church.  And mom described to me how Nelda is sitting in her special chair with her poncho already on and holding two umbrellas.  She's ready to go. 

 Well, I'll get to be back there in about a month.  In the meantime, I think I'll just sit back and enjoy being with my family here in this nice south Georgia weather.


Johnie

Be the Hero

We went to a birthday party today where they had swimming.  While I was still lathering everybody up with sun screen, Lora Beth started flailing around in the water, and then I heard something that changed my whole demeanor.  I saw her pop up out of the deep end water, and she spit out, "I'm drowning!"  Now if any of you know me, you know I don't really like water, and I hate to even get my head under.  But I just jumped in and pulled her over to the ladder. 

Now the rescue didn't look poetic or dignified.  I was probably sputtering as much as she was, but in an instant it was over.  The danger had passed.  Then I realized what had just happened.  I could have lost one of my children!  What if I hadn't been there?  She could have died right there.

I have heard salvation described as pulling a drowning person out of a sea that is full of drowning people.  We pass those drowning people in the aisles of Wally World every time we're there.  Dying people check us out at the cash register.  They honk at us in the parking lot and cut us off on the street.  These are the people that Jesus wants.  They are the people that Jesus gave up His life for.  Trust the Holy Spirit's guidance when you see someone who looks like they need hope.  That's what our salvation is - HOPE.  Give out the hope of Jesus, and help someone out of the hopeless ocean of sin and pain.  It is awesome to pull someone from drowning.  Let's pull them out of something that not only affects this life, but the next.

Let's also not forget that those of us who know Christ were once drowning in our own sin and shame, too.  Someone cared enough to reach out a hand and pull us out with the simple message of the gospel.  It's our turn to be the hero for someone who needs this hope of Christ.

Gone Fishing

Today I went fishing with a friend out to Lake Nocona.  We got to some really good fishing spots with his boat - spots that couldn't easily be gotten to from the shoreline.  It was a beautiful lake with trees and hills all around.  My friend Kevin took me to all of his favorite fishing spots, and we did catch a few fish.  Okay, I caught few fish.  I caught one bass total, which is stretching the word "few" quite a bit.  Kevin caught three bass, a crappie, and a bluegill.  Written all down, it sounds like a lot, but we fished for 5 hours. 

If you only knew how much I wanted to catch a fish!  With each cast I just knew that a fish was going to tug my line tight.  Then my lure would be back at the end of my pole and I would cast it back out with hope in my hand.  By the way, I caught the first fish within the first hour.  That means that four hours went by without reeling another one in.  I got a few strikes, but we ended up calling it a day a little after noon.

While casting out my line, I kept thinking about Jesus telling the disciples to not give up fishing.  Once they had already quit for the day, and the other time they were about ready to quit since they had been fishing all night without catching anything with nets.  That's some depressing fishing!  But just like God filled their nets to increase their belief in Him, He had kept their nets empty all that time beforehand. 

They fished in their own efforts and caught nothing.  Then with just a word, Jesus enables them to catch more than they could have imagined.  In the same way, our best efforts to do God's work fall short when they are not through faith.  Yes they got tons of fish, but it wasn't so that they could have fish.  It was so they could see that they needed Jesus.  Jesus wanted their trust and relationship.  He gave us a light and easy yoke, much better than the burden we carried when a slave of sin.  He bought us with His grace.  Let's thank Him for taking the pressure off when it comes to catching fish, whether they be our big dreams in life or just a simple fish hanging from the end of a string.  We catch something better when we accept what He gives us willing.  We get closer to Jesus.

First Place Goes To...

Our oldest daughter won the 3rd 9-week Jefferson Elementary school-wide writing contest.  It had to be a letter of complaint.  Hmmm....Should I be concerned that she won a letter of complaint writing contest?  LOL.  By the way, her school has a uniform dress code.  So enjoy "Trouble with Uniforms".

 

Dear Mr. Page:

You should really end the rule that says that we must wear uniforms.  There are some wonderful reasons why this rule should end, and you will certainly agree after you read this.

One reason this rule positively must be put to an end is that public schools should certainly be more like other places.  For example, you don't have to wear a polo shirt to Wal-Mart.

The next reason the uniform rule should absolutely end is that we only want to wear the clothing we like.  To explain, no kid wants to wear only the certain styles that a bunch of grown ups pick out.  It is also true that we express our selves best by the way we look.  A football fan might want to express itself with a favorite team shirt.  A person who likes red and green could express him or herself by their favorite colors being worn on the same shirt.

Above all, uniforms should certainly stop because we could be cleaner.  For example, we don't have clean uniforms in our closet every morning.  A student might have to wear the same filthy clothing they wore yesterday.  We also sweat a lot in thick, hot cloth.  We can't always find and buy thin material shirts.

As you can see, the uniform rule is not important.  I have plenty of wonderful reasons why it should positively end.  You must, absolutely stop uniforms.  Please consider this urgent request.

Sincerely,

LBL

 

When she wrote it, she didn't relize that it was the parents, not the principal, who voted to keep the kids in uniforms.  But she did a good job, even though she did "air some dirty laundry."  Chuckle-chuckle!

A Child's Perspective

This is one of my favorite stories from my kids. 

At Josiah's 3rd birthday party, the big moment had finally come when he could open his presents.  He reached inside a gift bag and pulled out a couple of nice matching little boy clothes.  With a puzzled look on his face, he held them up and asked, "Laundry?"

Uncomfortably Out of the Box

Sometimes God allows us to be very comfortable in our lives - good job, nice house, great neighbors, beautiful neighborhood.  And we have to look closely to find where it is that we rub up against the world.  What I mean is that whole "in the world but not of it" verse, except it's when we are hardly aware that we're in it.  Sometimes the closest that we get to seeing the lost world is a trip to Walmart. 

However sometimes, we are thrust out of our comfort zone into an uncomfortable and unpleasant darkness, where there is no love or forgiveness.  That is the real world for some people.  I'm talking about battered women, unloved children, and depressed men.  It amazes me how many people don't know about God's love and it truly breaks my heart.  Some folks don't even know a small bit about Jesus.  In their mind, He's up there with Buddha and Gandhi and Mohammad.  And all the while they think they've got to work their way to heaven while living in fear that their best efforts just won't be good enough. 

We are called to take them the truth and love them and show them that Christ wants them right now just like they are, just like He wanted us when we were hopeless.  How easy it is to forget that we were once "on the outside" and we had weird ideas about heaven and how to get there.  But we have been given a gift, and a gift is meant to be shared with someone. 

So are we safe and sound in our snow globe world where we don't have to touch the untouchables?  Switchfoot has a song ("Gone") that says it like this, "we got information in the information age, but do we know what life is outside our convenient Lexus cages," and I think it's a fair question.  Sometimes playing it safe is just an excuse for not doing anything we find uncomfortable.

So take a risk for Jesus and do something that is out of the box that might even be uncomfortable.  But in so doing, think of the beauty of a miserable soul hearing the word of God for the very first time.  Trust me, there is a high that comes with such a moment as that which is addictive and makes the safe life look empty and vain.

A Road in the Forks

If you were to ask me where I thought we might be living come September, I would have to say I have no idea.  Oklahoma, Connecticut, New Hampshire, Ohio, Alabama, New York, who knows, maybe somewhere still in Texas!  With all of these places calling out my name, I keep praying, "God please open the door You want me to go through and please close all the others."  I may not know the future, but God has already seen all my days out to the very end, so He knows where He wants me and I trust that He will lead me there.

We all have good friends here in Wichita Falls, and for that reason alone it would be nice to stay here.  But we also have a good church and lots of family here, too - even more reasons it would be nice to stay.  But no door has opened up here yet, and so far I don't see that changing.  God, you know I would like to stay, but whatever you want, that's what I want.

I feel like I'm standing in a huge intersection of paths just looking for a sign pointing me in the right direction.  Honestly, I have even tried walking down each of those forks on my own just to see if I could find some clues of discovering the right one, but they all end up blank country roads with no distinction, and I just end up back at the cross-roads.

I know God won't leave me here forever.  I know He has perfect timing, too.  But the communication chain feels very one-sided at times.  The only notes I keep getting from God say, "Trust Me."  Thanks for that plan, God.  Thanks for spelling it out for me so that I know what You're up to.  I am trying to trust fully, but it is not easy.  God, I trust You, but help me trust You where I struggle with trusting You!  I'm here at the fork in the road.  God, please show me Your road, Your chosen road in all these forks.

Is This a Cross I'm Carrying

Jesus said, "Take up your cross and follow Me."  Well when He took up His cross, it was to carry it to the hill where they were He would be killed.  I can't say that I've ever been close to being killed for belonging to Christ, but sometimes I think about the tough circumstances I'm in right now and I think, "So this is what suffering for Christ feels like?"  But I don't feel right about comparing me being out of a job to Christ dying on the cross. 

When Jesus told me to take up my cross, I think He meant, "Be willing to die for Me."  Am I willing?  I'm not sure, but I want to be.  It was a lot easier "being willing" before I had a family and had kids.  Would I be willing to die for Christ now?  I think Jesus would help me through it if He brought me to it. 

I'm like a kid scared to death of getting a shot.  Sometimes I don't even realize that it's already over and done with, and I'm still fighting.  God will help us carry our crosses even if we don't recognize them.

Johnie

Someone to Trust

I hate to admit it, but for the sake of using a good example, I will.  I watch the teen drama series "Endurance" on Discovery Kids.  I really do fast forward through most of the drama, but when my kids are watching it with me they really want to know why so-and-so's upset.  We get to talk about how to treat others and why the host keeps talking about karma.

If you haven't heard about it, here's how it goes.  Twenty teens (10 boys, 10 girls) go to some remote wilderness area where they play endurance games.  They are paired into boy-girl teams of two, and the last team standing gets to go on a cool trip somewhere like the Galapagos Islands.  Throughout the game teams are eliminated through games of chance, constantly boiling the number of players down.  Teams start off making alliances and talking behind other people's backs to see how they can get them in one of the elimination rounds. 

Now that I've explained it, this is where the plot gets thick.  During the games in the "High Sierras" the blue team won the right to trade players on any two teams, or they could let someone else do it.  A guy on the purple team conspired against the blue team by telling all the other teams to talk blue into letting red (who volunteered to be traded with green) trade themselves.  The girl on blue didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings by splitting up other teams herself, so she gave it to red.  Red then turned against her and split up the blue team. 

Wham!  Instantly she burst into sobs.  None of the people who were directly conspiring showed much remorse and they defended their actions.  But that kept happening to this girl in particular throughout the game with many different people.  They would lie to her and eventually she couldn't trust anybody except her teammate.  One boy set up an elaborate lie to try to trick her about his choices when they where challenging each other in an elimination round.  When the boy's team lost, she said, "That's what you get for lying."  The boy responded, "It's not like it's a sin!"

This poor girl was crying through the whole game because no one would be real with her.  They would say one thing to her, but talk bad about her behind her back and try to deceive her.  And from all that I could tell, she never provoked any of them.  She was tormented through the whole game because many people meant to do her in.

She needed someone to trust, that she could confide in.  She felt alone. 

How about you?  Have you ever told something very deep and personal to someone "in confidence" only to have that person blab it so that everyone knows your secret?  It happens.  And we've all been on both sides of it, too.  We've been hurt victims and been guilty perpetrators. 

We all need someone we can trust, but how can we tell if someone is trustworthy.  Listen to what they say.  Do they ever complain or talk bad about others?  Are they judgmental and critical?  Can they be trusted in little things you say in confidence?  Unless you don't care who knows your struggles and your secrets, then go ahead and tell someone you've just met that you don't know anything about.  Test the waters with a little thing if you are in doubt.  There's nothing wrong with that.

Above all, pray for a true friend that can be counted on as trust-worthy, encouraging, and understanding.  God is faithful and can provide that kind of friend.  Also pray that you will be a true and trustworthy friend to others.  God is the one who can truly change us.  You might even need to ask for forgiveness for not being trustworthy if you've hurt someone in the past. 

When we take our cares to God, we will all get closer to God and find out that we are not all alone in the end.  No one is perfect, but God is working in other people's lives just like He is working in your own.  "Draw near to God and He will draw near to you."

Getting Real

People are a lot like onions with layers and layers to who we are.  The deeper others go, the more the tears flow, both theirs and ours.  I guess most people hold back because of fear of what other people would think if they only knew what we are really like. 

We are comfortable going a couple of layers deep, telling what we do for a living and giving our family stats (married, four kids, a dog, a cat, and a hamster).  We feel comfortable talking about the shows we watch (Oh yeah, I wonder who's going to replace Jacob, too, on Lost!  And on 24, who would have ever thought it was the Russians behind the near-nuclear attack on New York City!  Jack against the Russians...again!)  The weather's a no-brainer easy thing to throw out when there's awkward silence, too...(Hasn't this just been beautiful weather!  Man we got a lot of snow!  Boy it's hot!  Boy its cold!  Yeah, global warming has been great for Wichita Falls!) 

But the stuff that we struggle with, man, who wants to air that dirty laundry?  We think, "Yeah, I'm depressed, but who wants to hear that!  That's real stuff, but who would be my friend with such a heavy problem?"

Oh, it gets heavier - lots heavier.  What about the history we carry around with us, the stuff that eats our lunch every day.  Hidden child abuse, hidden addictions, hidden crimes, that we've grown thick layer upon layer of calloused conscience over. 

If we could just see what God sees, how many maimed, wounded, injured, and bleeding people would pass by us in the church halls, cracking a smile and saying, "Everything's going good!"  Fat leaches of struggles are hanging down, and we talk about the weather and what we're going to have for lunch!  Some of our friends would look like Jacob Marley's ghost carrying thick prison chains through the crowds of God's people.  Just picture it:  mangled, diseased and held captive, all shaking hands and talking about how nice we look in our Sunday clothes! 

We are all so fake!  We put up a good front, hold back, and wonder what others would think of us if they only knew.  I think somewhere the church body bought the lie that we have to look perfect and act perfect and be all smiles so that everybody thinks we really are perfect!  Who's kidding who?  We all know ourselves and know how messed up we are, but we think we'll be viewed as backslidden freaks if we share even ONE of our struggles.  But to be honest, we are backslidden freaks when we have stuff to hide. 

It all comes down to Courage and Trust.  It takes courage to admit our wounds, failures, and insecurities.  It takes vulnerability and trusting to peel back the layers and bare our hearts to someone we know very little about.  But it's time to stop looking in the mirror and painting on the glass over what we see to make ourselves look better.  God didn't come to heal those who are well, but he came to heal those who are sick.  It's not that the Pharisees were really even well.  The pharisees were sick, but they pretended they were perfect and holy, and Jesus couldn't use them or heal them.  They were okay in their own eyes.  What about us?  Are we real with those we call our friends?  Or are we hurting inside, but acting like nothing is wrong?  I want real life.  Let's get it in our heads.  If we want God's best for us, we've got to get real.
--Johnie

Beached Pigs of Change

In the gospel of Mark there is a story of Jesus and His disciples going over to the land of the Gadarenes and a demoniac running straight at them just as soon as they got there. The man was very strong and had even broken chains that had bound him in the past. He would cut himself all the time, too. And what better place for the demons to take him than to the tombs to live in misery. But the demons feared Jesus and asked Him a favor. They wanted to be spared and to be cast into a heard of about 2000 swine. Once out of the man, he was perfectly fine and free, and wanted to always stay with Jesus, but the pigs, oh my! They all ran down a steep bank and right into the sea of Galilee and drowned!

The first point that I want to note is that the people of the place were not appreciative of Jesus coming there and asked Him to leave. After all, He had just sent a herd of livestock to their unprofitable death. But those pigs demonstrated God's power to those people for quite a long time. Can you imagine how the stench prevented people from enjoying the water for some time? Nobody wanted to fish there because of the stench of beached pigs. But every time someone saw the pigs (or smelled them) they probably thought about what had happened to the demoniac, replaying the story over in their minds. This man Jesus did something in five minutes that they hadn't been able to do in all those years of trying.

The second point is that the demons didn't want to leave the country. They obviously were succeeding in their objectives there. Not that it matters on an eternal scale, but these people that were raising pigs were not living the kosher life of the Jews, so they probably were Gentiles. What good would the demons do if they killed the herd of pigs? Well, for one thing, tormenting pigs would not progress their battle for men's souls. They probably killed the pigs to torment the pig owners and to be freed up to possess others who did not have God's protection. The land of the Gadarenes was a choice place for demons, and I wonder if they were assigned that particular area to subdue. No matter how ominous these demons were though, they were and will never be a formidable foe of Christ. He has given us, the redeemed of the Lord, His power in the fullest.

We who now can spiritually see know that we were like this man. The sacrifice that God's Son Jesus Christ freely made once and for all, is still enough to forgive anyone who cries out for forgiveness and mercy. Even if we were not possessed we were on a dark road that only took us to death and destruction. Sin, although it offers the illusion of control, was indeed our master, and we did its bidding. But thanks be to God our Saviour for buying us out from that which was death and transforming us into new creations through His mercy, forgiveness, and love.

--Johnie

Healthcare Reform

Below is my plan for healthcare reform. It may seem too late to mention, but I think it has the largest potential for change without the intrusion that the current bills have in them. All of these ideas and suggestions are to be used together to make it work to positively reduce healthcare costs without major change to the current healthcare system. The basic outcome of my plan would put the ball back in the consumer’s court, giving them the decision making authority as to what happens to them medically and financially, and it would also reduce medical provider’s liability. The key word to my plan is “Menu”.

• Require all medical providers to supply both physical and online menus of services and products.

• Menus would detail the baseline cost of each service and product, just like a restaurant menu.

• Consumers could choose which services they would be willing to pay for and receive.

• The choices made from each menu would be a legally binding contract that would exclude providers from liability if a potentially beneficial or life-saving service is not provided because a patient was unwilling to pay for it, and would allow consumers to choose which services and products they are willing to pay for.

• Baseline fees would be defined as the charged fees and costs for all individual medical services and products prior to any discount, and would be the actual dollar amount that all insurance discounts and negotiated rates would be based upon.

• Exclude medical providers from liability for providing a potentially life-saving service that was not selected by the consumer, however, at the cost of the medical provider.

• The menu system would be an option in the current medical system. The menus use by consumers would not be required; however, it would become widely used due to its popularity.

• Anyone who would chose to not use the menu would continue in the current system.

• A government subsidy could be obtained by medical providers for the cost of initially creating the menus, up to a certain dollar amount.

• All menus for all providers would be accessible to the public to increase competition among providers.

• Providers could update menus once every calendar year, with that date clearly visible on each menu.

Here is what I see happening from this plan. Competition would be increased among medical providers because of the visibility of how much their services cost. The competition would lower baseline prices. In turn, consumers would know ahead of time how much money a medical service or product would cost them depending on their insurance plan. Medical choices would be more in the hands of each individual consumer. Medical providers would not be inclined to prescribe unnecessary services or procedures just for liability protection. Then medical providers would see a reduction in lawsuits and liability costs because of the legally binding menu contracts. Insurance costs should go down across the board because consumers would be choosing to use fewer services.

For myself, I would just love to know ahead of time how much I am going to be charged for medical services and to be in control of my own money when it comes to healthcare. Also, I would love for people to leave a comment on my blog telling me what they think would work best to reduce healthcare costs.


--Johnie

Sunset Poem

Sunset by Johnie Levell

Twilight rainbow on the sky
With piercing dots across
Reflected on an ebbing swath
Of blue on blackened green.

Vapor trail on western edge
The dark face scarring slow
Healing blows from stratosphere
Smoothing out the grey.

Shadows eastward racing fast
Over hills and trees
Legless speed across the ground
Merging into night.

--Johnie

Hole in the Roof

Around the 2nd chapter in the gospel of Mark is a story that starts off with, “Now Jesus was in the house.…” Earlier Mark describes how Jesus healed Simon Peter’s mother-in-law in Simon’s house in Capernaum. I am deducing that this was the same house that Mark was referring to here.

The house was so packed that four guys carrying their lame buddy couldn’t get in, so they came up with a brilliant plan – tear a hole in the roof and lower him down to Jesus from above. It was a very bold plan indeed, and Jesus commended the faith of the lame man’s friends. He healed the man both of his sins and his lameness and off he went, happy as a lark.

There had to be a point some time in the night when someone said goodbye and shut the door on the last visitor. Simon must have been so excited! It was such an unforgettable night! I can just imagine the amazed look on his face! That’s probably when Simon’s mother-in-law chimed in and said, “Now, Simon, first thing tomorrow you’re going to have to get up there and fix that roof!” Yep, she was definitely her old self again.

The next day up on the roof, I just wonder if Simon pondered, “Jesus, can do anything – should I have asked for the roof to be miraculously repaired, too?” I don’t know that he thought it, but I just know that someone had to repair the hole in the roof. And I know that whenever I repair things, it is a great time to think. I think about how Jesus was a carpenter and how he did a lot of repair work, too. Did Jesus help Simon repair the roof? We don’t know, but it could have happened that way.

Whatever the case, someone had to get up there and fix that roof. Isn’t that just like life? You’ve got a perfectly good roof over head and then someone comes along and tears a hole in it and leaves it for you to fix. But God grows us and changes us into something new and beautiful when we have to fix the broken things in our lives like screaming dishwashers, dead driers, and unplanned sky-lights. He is a repairer of people and we can focus on how He repairs us when we have to deal with all the things that need repairing that interrupt our normal daily lives. So every time you have to repair that broken whatever, remember that God is only one that can truly repair our relationship with Him. All the tedious time and energy spent making things all good again reflects our heavenly Father’s compassion on our broken lives.


--Johnie