Lost (and Found) in Grace

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Hey all you Baby Boomers out there! Remember the TV show Lost in Space? It featured the Robinson Family and evil stowaway Dr. Smith for whom things went really, really wrong on their maiden voyage, rendering them unable to return to Planet Earth.

In fact the 1998 sequel Lost in Space Forever inspired this comparison to the Book of Jonah which I’ve entitled Lost (and Found) in Grace.

Because though Jonah disobeyed His command, God STILL extended His Amazing Grace to Jonah and empowered him to accomplish some amazing things for His Glory which should encourage even a stiff-necked people such as Us, Amen?

We all know the story: God calls Jonah, he bolts to Tarshish; God “redirects” Jonah, burps him up on the beach, he heads to Ninevah (finally); Jonah preaches, the people repent complete with sackcloth and ashes, Mission Accomplished! 

Not so much.

In fact Jonah gets angry and pouts. Defeat from the jaws of victory! What’s up with that? 

Consider if you will my first feeble attempt at theology in my very first semester at DTS from my BE109OL Ruth, Psalms, Jonah & Selected Epistles class.  I entitled my “chart”  The “Free Willy” (catch the whale pun?) Game Board!?!! Because though hundreds of  learned biblical scholars who preceded me “missed” it—I of course received “special revelation” that The Book of Jonah was obviously about Free Will.  Not!

OK now show me some Grace! At the time I was running a marketing communications company so suffice to say that I had a bit of an adjustment going to seminary. But as my wise grader’s comments warned:  “Seek confirmation from learned sources”—which after a decade I FINALLY did and found NO confirmation of the theological soundness of my conclusions.

Zero. Zip.  Zilch. NADA.

OK so no Spurgeons reborn here. Nevertheless–if there is significance in asking the question in our own lives, let’s ask it!  Where are you headed?  Tarshish?  Or Ninevah?  ‘Cause ALL of us are heading in one of two directions: either you are heading your own way and doin’ your own thang (i.e. Tarshish).  Or you are goin’ God’s way (aka Ninevah). 

Because here’s the real deal, folks–Jonah is somebody who had it ALL: a Relationship with God, a personal calling on his life, and success in ministry. BUT HE MISSED IT!  And just as the ill-fated Robinsons were Lost in Space, so Jonah was Lost in Grace. 

But let’s not remain Lost in Grace, but FOUND! May there be No Condemnation in the bad decisions we’ve made (and oh I’ve made some doozies!).  Rather what I want is for you to be ENCOURAGED!  Because this episode of your life—just like an episode of Lost in Space— is simply “To Be Continued”!  

Here is an awesome new song released just this Summer from Ashes Remain called Here For A Reason to remind and encourage you that Hey!  It ain’t over yet! 

God’s got a Plan and a Purpose For Your Life. So skip the detour to Tarshish and head straight to Ninevah –and your destiny that neither weapons of disobedience nor disability may ever destroy.

In His Accessible Grace,

Linda

Don’t Buy The Lie

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Farewell Daddy-O! See you when I get Home.

Tragically, earlier this month Robin Williams chose to end his life.  However large the Gift of Laughter he gave us (and it was huge) I believe he gave us an even greater gift—the chance to start a SERIOUS discussion about Depression & Suicide.

BECAUSE WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT!

As Christians we need to come up with ANSWERS that Lead to Life—for ourselves, our families, our friends and for people like Robin Williams who though they seem to “have it all”—SO very desperately need a Savior.

Ah!  But therein lies The Challenge.  Historically as a Church and as a Culture our so-called “solutions” to the problem of Depression and Suicide range wildly (and fail miserably).

On the harsher end of the Spectrum of Solutions, in a white paper I found entitled “Suicide and Christian Moral Judgment” (a little light reading) author James T. Clemons admitted that there is confusion on the topic, citing this “solution” from John Wesley who felt that the 6th commandment of “Thou Shalt Not Murder” included “self-murder” or suicide and offered up this “easy” solution:

 

“But how can this vile abuse of the law be prevented, and this execrable crime effectually discouraged?  

 By a very easy method.  We read in ancient history, that at a certain period, many of the women of Sparta murdered themselves.   This fury increasing, a law was made that the body of every woman who killed herself should be exposed naked in the streets.  The fury stopped at once.” http://goo.gl/LHsZmO

Yeah verily that would be a deal-breaker for me! But seriously folks…

What I find perhaps even more troubling is that on the other end of the Spectrum is a post-modern “all roads lead to heaven” tweet about Robin Williams (who was the voice of Genie in the animated film Aladdin) that said simply: “Genie you are now FREE!”

Suffice to say that we’ve GOTTA come up with a better response somewhere between Condemnation on the one end and near-Glorification on the other if we are to help others NOT To Buy The Lie.  But first we need to define what “The Lie” is.  According to an online article in The Washington Post:

“An emerging area of interest for many mental health experts is the impact of feelings that the person who attempts suicide has begun to feel he is a burden to his family and friends who he believes would be better off without him.” http://goo.gl/zmbFKD

THAT IS A LIE FROM THE PIT OF HELL!  And I have a very personal motivation to battle it, namely my very own father, my dear Daddy-O.

My father was invincible. But at age 79 heart disease quickly overcame him, rendering him unable to continue as full-time caregiver for my mother.  Suddenly and unexpectedly life changed for both of them, forcing them to dismantle their beloved home of 40 years and move into a nursing home.  I spent a couple of weeks with them to help ease their transition but he was simply not the same.  Little did I realize that when I waved Goodbye in Summer 2005 it would be a final farewell.  Though not by violent means like guns or pills, my father simply refused food or water and before long, he was gone.

Looking back on that now I realize just how completely clueless I was about what was really going on.  Curious now about how The Lie of Suicide plays out in the lives of people affected by disability, I did a little research and here’s what I discovered:

NO BODY KNOWS!  WHY NOT?  BECAUSE NO ONE EVEN BOTHERED TO DO THE RESEARCH!

According to The Independence Center:

“So it absolutely amazes us that even though 18.7% of all non-institutionalized civilians in America have a disability, we are virtually invisible when it comes to the issue of suicide. Recently, we came up empty-handed when we tried to find statistics on suicide as it relates to disability.” http://goo.gl/TbJyhc

What should shock us even more than that once it was revealed the Robin Williams suffered from early onset Parkinson’s disease, suicide became almost a foregone conclusion!  In fact, The Independence Center continues with:

“And this is not a new phenomenon. In an article published in 1992, Carol J. Gill noted that it was ironic that ‘so little suicide research has been conducted,’ on the behalf of people with disabilities since there are so many medical and legal decisions made concerning disability and the management of intentions to die. She was, of course, referring to assisted suicide. This is a twist that makes all of the difference. This is a mixed message that suggests that people with disabilities are only visible on the issue of suicide when others (doctors, judges, etc.) are making the decisions for us. Furthermore, this reinforces the notion that disability is a legitimate reason to wish for death. We could not disagree more.” http://goo.gl/TbJyhc

Wait a minute!  Did you catch that?  “Management of Intentions To Die”?!!  Gee makes suicide sound as downright reasonable as managing your 401K, doesn’t it? Christians Wake UP!  Don’t Buy The Lie!  As a Church it’s not just our right and responsibility, but also our God-given Joy and Honor to help lead ALL people to the Management of Intentions To LIVE!  God grant us the courage to share the Good News of a Better Answer to Depression and Suicide:  LIFE through faith in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!

 

American Dream? Or Nightmare?

Rare and disquieting are MA BLOG Image American Dream July 2014those moments when the News takes on flesh from behind our safe, sanitary electronic media veil.  Yesterday was just such a moment for me.

Summoned for Jury Duty in Dallas County, TX I resisted the temptation to “play the Crip card” with my MS to avoid it, opting (somewhat self-righteously, I confess) instead to dutifully respond to the call regardless of my disability and fulfill my civic role with grace and mercy.

Though fully expecting to yet again dodge the jury selection bullet and be home in time for a delightful lunch with my Beloved (aka my husband Larry) who works from home, I guess the Lord had other plans.

So parking my scooter alongside the inaccessible Jury Box, I along with my five hapless new Jury Buddies took our places.  Now however what at the outset appeared to be a routine traffic-related civil case began to unfold as anything but.

The attractive young Hispanic plaintiff took the stand.  She relayed a harrowing tale of a high-speed crash that left her car trashed with her passenger mother traumatized and saddled with medical bills.  But upon cross-examination it quickly became apparent that this was nothing more than a minor Rush-Hour fender-scratcher (not even bender) incident which downtown Dallas traffic would render implausible if not downright impossible.

However she is no ordinary driver.  For not only does she lack a valid TX Driver’s license or proper insurance, neither is she a US citizen.  She is a Dreamer.  And thanks to President Obama’s “Dream Act” she is now fast-tracked to receive all the same rights and privileges as any other law-abiding, tax-paying US citizen (including filing frivolous lawsuits).   Yeah citizens just like us–her incredulous “peers” sitting stunned in the Seat of Judgment.

But wait! There’s more!

Her mother (who though she has lived here for 15 years does not yet speak English) required a court- appointed and taxpayer-funded interpreter who translated her answer to the question about who she felt was at fault: “I don’t want to blame anyone, I just want someone to be responsible.” Just not her.

Suffice to say that though we parceled out blame for negligence amongst the parties as civil cases require, much to the Mother/Daughter Duo’s dismay nary a dime for damages did we award for such frivolous audacity.

As if feigning disability for fun and profit were not egregious enough, what’s more disturbing is the brazen display of a Spirit of Entitlement far more crippling than any mere physical  disability.  For regardless of country of origin, when sown into the hearts of those far more concerned about how much they can get rather than how much they can give, The American Dream is powerless to spawn anything but an American Nightmare of nation-altering proportions.

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The Still-Small Voice: #NotSoSmallAfterAll

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What an awesome worship we enjoyed yesterday at BBTemple!  Perhaps even more incredible was how His “still small voice’ manifested itself in the most unexpected and humbling way I’ve ever witnessed.

Yesterday was simply a day when God gently yet decisively rearranged our plans from the get-go.  Totally appropriate considering that Fifth Sundays are “Special”—that is, when Beloved (aka my husband and Associate Pastor Larry Thacker Jr.) and I “Preach-n-Teach” to give Pastor David Whitmore and his lovely wife Priscilla a well-deserved break from their shepherding duties.

And this Fifth Sunday wasted no time in revealing just how “special” it would become.  From my Guest Speaker’s early morning cancellation to my back-up speaker’s lack of confirmation combined with our collective doubt about our preparedness, suffice to say Beloved and I by comparison might make timid Gideon look downright arrogant.

Ah!  But that is exactly when He shows up!

And in the most humbling yet powerful way. Pastor and Priscilla’s daughter Kimmi arrived though released from the hospital after surgery just days before. Quickly I set aside our usual Praise & Prayer request routine to gather round our hurting Kimmi and lift her up on the wings of our prayers.  Pressing tightly in to Kimmi we locked hands and hearts while Pastor Larry began to pray.  Priscilla prayed next followed by that awkward silence that sometimes punctuates collective prayer.

Then lo and behold something truly incredible happened.

A muffled voice softly yet boldly begins to pray.  Who is that? It’s Kelly!  A smile crosses my lips.  Is this our Kelly?  Who suffered a TBI (traumatic brain injury) in a car accident decades ago?  The same Kelly who after the death of her caretaker father James now finds herself homeless? That Kelly??!  YES!!!

But wait!  There’s more!

Just as Kelly completes her impassioned plea for Kimmi’s rapid recovery, another voice more muffled than hers chimes in.  It’s Teresa!  Our precious childlike Teresa who struggles with multiple disabilities delivers a sweet, simple, heartfelt prayer unintelligible perhaps to anyone but God Himself.

Before the silence even has a chance to creep back in one last lone voice fills our hearts…it is DeDe.    Our once-shy Sister in Christ) who just last week rededicated herself to the Lord despite the seemingly insurmountable life challenges she struggles with daily after the death of her mother Arvella) now prays with the confidence of a Prayer Warrioress.

1 Kings 19:12 KJV   And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice

“Praise God & Hallelujah!” I thrill as sweet Tears of Joy begin to flow! At last I’ve seen The Day:  when  through vessels that the rest of the world would consider “the least of these” at best, the “still small” voice of God would ring out so clear and pure and true.  Proof positive for all involved in Disability Ministry:  never say never!  Even if you don’t see it, He is at work with an endless supply of “boldness and confident access through faith in Him.” Eph 3:12 NASB For His Glory! Amen.

The Holy #Criptures Revealed

Hashtag … what is it exactly?No it’s NOT a typo.  You read it right.  Holy #Criptures.  I even added the hashtag just today when I used the term for the very first time to emphasize that #Criptures is exactly what I meant.

So what’s a #Cripture?  It’s a Tweet with a scriptural Disability-focused message of hope.  And based on my Bing of the term (which I did after timidly using it for the first time) my freshly-tweeted gem was the only appearance of it on the World Wide Web.  Score!

Hey wait just a minute–before I go feeling triumphant I give the Glory to God right up front where it belongs. ‘Cause Lord knows how I’ve toiled in vain to snatch a little literary glory for myself that I could slap my name on and claim “Mine!”

But God doesn’t go for that, generally speaking.  Like the “brilliant” book idea I hatched in my Creative Writing II class at DTS entitled “Rode Hard Put Up Blessed” (what I thought was a clever take on the “rode hard put up wet” reference to a sweaty horse that is lost on anyone outside of Texas).  Only one of my Letters of Inquiry even garnered a response, and that only to inform me that they were officially out of the publishing business.

Thankfully God’s got quite a sense of humor.  And He never tires of watching us make complete idiots of ourselves.  In fact one of my favorite verses is Proverbs 25:2: “It is the glory of God to conceal a matter, But the glory of kings to search out a matter.”  Though I can’t even claim that I had some Grand Plan with this whole #Criptures thing.  Rather the awareness of the implied expectation that if you take the trouble to set up a Twitter account the assumption is that you have something worthy to Tweet about.  Gulp.

Well I don’t but thankfully God does.  So feeling this pressure I simply began to detect a Disability Evangelism theme in my daily Bible reading.  Proof positive that the best way to approach the Holy Scriptures is with Purpose and Great Expectation of what He wants to show you.

Let me give you an example like this one from October 6, 2013:  “C, I have refined U, though not as silver; I have tested U in the furnace of affliction. 4 my own sake, 4 my own sake I do this. Isa 10-11”

Or this one with a more political tone:  “Open ur mouth 4 the mute, 4 the rights of all the unfortunate. Open ur mouth…+ defend the rights of the afflicted + needy. Prov 31:8-9”

And it’s not just Isaiah or Proverbs:  these 140-character-or-less treasures are scattered throughout the Bible like glittering Easter eggs just waiting for us to seek them out with all the fervor and faith of a child who simply won’t stop until the basket is overflowing with goodies.

Happy #Criptures Hunting! Your search—like mine—shall be richly rewarded.

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Guest Blogger: “Without Defect” by Larry Thacker Jr.

bbt image 04214 herods temple“Any man from Aaron the priest’s offspring in whom is a physical defect shall not come near to present offerings made by fire to Yahweh; a physical defect is in him; he shall not come near to present his God’s food.” (Leviticus 21:21 Lexham English Bible)

How is one who has a disability to deal with this law?  It’s hard not to take exception to it, and many have.  Even a devout believer may feel hurt by it.  I confess that I have.  Even though I am aware that this was a regulation specifically for the priesthood, meant to emphasize the necessity of perfection we cannot obtain, it stings.  Combine that with a lifetime of always having in the back of my mind that somehow if I could only have enough faith or find some missing piece I could be healed and you have a toxic concoction of perceived inadequacy and failure.

Snippets of scripture taken from their context are usually not properly applied.  This one is no different.  Taken outside of the regulations for the priesthood it seems harsh indeed.  Yet there’s another little bit of text from the New Testament that really spoke to me recently and took out some of the sting of the Levitical stricture.

“And the blind and the lame came to Him in the temple, and He healed them.” (Matthew 21:14 NASB)

It’s almost an aside.  Nothing much is made of it.  Jesus just did that sort of thing everywhere He went.  But in the context of the law and who He is, you can find the whole of the Gospel story right there.  Our sins, our defects if you will, keep us from approaching a holy God.  Anything less than perfection dies in the presence of His holiness.  At that time only the high priest could come into the Holy of Holies once a year to offer the blood of the sacrifice.  If he hadn’t done everything just so, if he was impure in any way, he would die.  He had bells on his robe and a rope tied around his ankle so that if he died while in there he could be dragged out without anyone else having to go in.

Now look at this situation again.  Yahweh in the person of Jesus has come out of the Holy of Holies and is with the common people in the temple.  Those who could not serve as priests whether they were of Aaron’s line or not were coming to Him, and He was healing them.  We could not go to Him, but He came to us and removed that which prevented us.  Thus he would do for all of humankind not long after this episode as he died on the cross and rose again.

As you celebrate this Resurrection Sunday, rejoice in what He has done for you.  From now on, if He so wills, I will happily serve as a living example of those who could not be in His presence except for His power to make all things new.  After all, that is true for any of us.  Without His cleansing sacrifice, we are all defective.

Larry Thacker Jr. is Associate Pastor at Bartimaeus Baptist Temple (www.BBTemple.org)  in Dallas, TX.

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Are You A Stumbling Block? Or a Starting Block?

TodBBT IMAGES 031614 starting_blockay I speak to the Repairers & Restorers out there—(and you know who you are) selfless Souls without whom the very wheels of Disability Ministry would slam to a screeching halt.

So let me ask you:  Are You A Stumbling Block?  Or a Starting Block?

Jesus spoke of stumbling blocks in Matthew 18:6-7 NASU

6  but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around his neck, and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.

Stumbling Blocks

7 “Woe to the world because of its stumbling blocks! For it is inevitable that stumbling blocks come; but woe to that man through whom the stumbling block comes!

When He speaks of ”little ones” we generally assume that He means literally little children.  But based on a commentary by Matthew Henry I’d like to expand that definition to include “figuratively;  true but weak believers are these little ones, who in their outward condition, or the frame of their spirits, are like little children, the lambs of Christ’s flock.”[i]

Gee sounds like a lot of the type of people we minister to and through, doesn’t it?

But let’s get back to the Stumbling Block shall we?  Because I’m not talking about someone who deceives or tricks someone into sin like the serpent in Genesis.  I’m talking about something far more subtle yet perhaps even more sinister:  i.e., when a Believer actively facilitates the sin of someone else.

Crazy talk?  Follow along with me as we go to a “shining example” (pun intended) in the Book of Exodus:

Exodus 32:1-3 NASU

The Golden Calf

32 Now when the people saw that Moses delayed to come down from the mountain, the people assembled about Aaron and said to him, “Come, make us a god who will go before us; as for this Moses, the man who brought us up from the land of Egypt, we do not know what has become of him.” 2 Aaron said to them, “Tear off the gold rings which are in the ears of your wives, your sons, and your daughters, and bring them to me.”

Wait a minute!  Did you catch that? Only one verse before God just got finished inscribing The Ten Commandments with His own hand on tablets of stone!  But when the people get a little bored waiting on Moses (you know, the guy that led them out of Egypt) they make an OUTRAGEOUS demand! And  Aaron, the older brother of Moses, the “mouthpiece” and “prophet” of Moses, folds like a cheap Bedouin tent!

So what’s the Point?  Simply this:  when you facilitate a “little one” to sin—however innocent or well-meaning– you are working against God Himself!  I beseech you Brethren: Don’t Do It!

OK Millstone Bling aside… I want to leave you with this from Colossians: ‘cause   I’m not nearly as interested in Compelling you NOT to be a Stumbling Block as I am in PROPELLING you to be a Starting Block for His Glory.

Colossians 3:23-24 NASU

Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men,  knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve.

Lord, grant us wisdom to judge whether or not we are a Stumbling Block for a fellow Believer and if so grant us the courage to help redirect our behavior instead to refocus our efforts towards becoming a Starting Block of Godly discipleship in the future.  Amen!

In His Accessible Grace,

Linda

[[i] Matthew Henry’s Commentary on the Whole Bible, PC Study Bible Formatted Electronic Database Copyright © 2006 by Biblesoft

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Fearfully & Wonderfully Made

MA BLOG Fearfully and Wonderfully Made 022714Greetings & Blessings Faithful Followers of MissionAccess!  Any poets out there?  OK before you tune out allow me to gently remind you that Poetry Fanatic or not, you are God’s poetry—His Poema.  His Divine Creation.

Speaking of creations divine (and others not so much)…The fanciful fruits of my 2014 Polar Vortex Office Purge just keep springing forth.  Suffice to say however that my latest discovery buried in decades of handwritten journals is far from my finest literary hour.  However since I envisioned myself somewhat of a Robert Frost resurrected (though not yet revealed) I dutifully scratched out this tortured iambic-pentameter treatise of unrequited love:

Locked upon the cold steel rails of fate

On predetermined trains with windows sealed

Gaze longingly upon the blurring field

Aching just to see what lies beyond

Helpless now except to ride along

Thinking back it never seemed so late

Oh!  If not your eyes had been so blue

Unknown to you, while smiling, nod and shift

So normally yet all the while I drift

On gales so cluttered up with fate’s debris

That what’s being said is meaningless to me

For never was it ever meant to be.

“On gales so cluttered up with fate’s debris?!!” Lord have mercy!  Praise God that our Heavenly Father never penned such shameful atrocities!  For unlike my twisted attempt at Poema, you are fearfully and wonderfully made Imago Dei—In His Image.  Regardless of your disability, God knew you before you were “knit together in your mother’s womb” (Psalm 139:13 NIV) and loved you unconditionally with an everlasting love since before time began.

And unlike my troubled attempt that successfully snatched defeat from the jaws of poetic victory, God never fails to create each and every human being with a Plan and a Purpose for His Glory.  Let not His Unfailing Love for us go unrequited.  Rather may our efforts to transform Disability Ministry woo more people and families affected by disability into a loving relationship with their Author for all eternity.

In His Accessible Grace,

Linda

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I Wanna Go Ouuut!

Speaking of my Polar Vortex Office PCoCo--The Sean Connery of Caninesurge 2014 from the previous post…

But wait!  There’s more!

Bolstered by my success in unearthing photos of my father’s WWII escapades with his BFF Casey mentioned in my previous post, I now muster the courage to tackle the daunting Shea Family Archives.

Yet another fragile yellowed reward for my efforts emerges:   my mother Geraldine’s 1946 high school graduation photo!   Looking into her bright blue eyes I marvel at the beautiful teen so radiating hope for the future.  Suffice to say that by the time I came along the fourth of four children though her radiance may have dimmed her hope for each of us never did.

In fact those high hopes extended down to our beloved family mutt CoCo.  I vividly recall her tirelessly coaxing CoCo to unleash one of those incredible vocalizations we now witness routinely on YouTube.

I Wanna Go Out!  I Wanna Go Ouuut!  I Wanna Go OOOOuuuuuttttttttttttttttt!!!

To which Shea Family legend has it, after endless hours of this my sister Marilyn turned to my other sister Kathleen and asked “well do you think we should let Mom out?”

But seriously folks…

I believe that Our Awesome Lord has that same kind of wild wacky eternal optimism for each of us also, especially when it comes to evangelism.  Just look at John 15:16-17:

 “You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you.” 

How incredible is that?  In this passage Jesus is sharing The Last Supper with his disciples before his crucifixion and preparing them not only for what was about to happen, but to remind them why He came in the first place: so that they bear fruit, and that their fruit would remain.

Of any fruit we could possibly bear, I simply cannot think of one more lasting than evangelism.  Unlike the fading images of our earthly existence, this fruit for His Glory never withers but remains.  Forever.

So with that everlasting perspective in mind, whatever shall we ask of our Heavenly Father?

I Wanna Go Out, Lord!  I Wanna Go Ouuuut!  Please Let Me Go OOOOuuuuttttttttt For Your Glory!

In His Accessible Grace,

Linda

In A Mirror Dimly

SHEA Casey1 0114Today I marvel at our Awesome Lord’s perfect timing.  During our recent Polar Vortex that sent temps shivering into the sub-zero range throughout the country I decided it was time for a major Office Purge.

Mind you this was long long overdue.  And I confess that there are portions of my office that seem just too emotionally charged to tackle.  For example that harmless little box of envelopes that my mother kept in the cupboard by the kitchen door.  When she passed away in late September 2008 I ended up with it where it stayed untouched mostly out of fear.

What could possibly be in there, her innermost secrets?  I dared not disturb them.  Especially since I haven’t been willing or able to even begin to unearth such mysteries from my father’s passing three years before my mother, almost to the day.

Deep breath.  Slowly I began peeling back layers of history.  Envelopes, paper, cards…but wait!  What’s this?  A letter hand addressed to my father from New Jersey.  From Casey!

What a treasure!  A 2002 letter from my father’s BFF (Best Friend Forever) from World War II.

Amongst the group pictures of his handsome family Casey mentions that he will be turning 76 next month.  My first thought:  is he still with us?  Seeing as they both joined the army at 18, this year would mark the 70th year of their friendship.

So I set out to discover what’s become of my father’s special  buddy.  Though an Internet search proved fruitless I turned to Facebook and Lo and behold, I found not Casey but his son Bob (named in honor of my father Harry Robert perhaps?).  Because I had changed my profile picture to include this timeless treasure featured here he knew exactly who I was and responded immediately…

Bob confirmed that yes inded his legendary father Casey—along with his lovely wife—were both alive & well & living in Jersey.  Praise God & Hallelujah!

Although it appears that a physical meeting on the Jersey shore is not in the future for us (who are both dealing with the ravages of time and disability) I am delighted to report that their friendship transcends mere earthly barriers. Somehow I think that my father would agree that he and Casey “shared something special and rare in our friendship that made it ‘lasting.’”  Amen!

Thank You Lord for allowing us mere mortals to catch a glimpse in a mirror dimly of eternity though our friendships here on this terrestrial ball called Earth. And may we not fear the future but press forward boldly to discover the love that truly passes all understanding.

1 Cor 13:12 NIV

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

In His Accessible Grace,

Linda

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