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“… yet he did not leave himself without a witness by doing good, by giving you rain from heaven and fruitful seasons, satisfying you with food and your hearts with joy.” (Acts 14:17)
The artist filled his canvas with pewter clouds, and anything alive hid from the storm. He smeared his finger sideways, mixing white and gray with a gusty stroke. Then his masterpiece napped as a snowy blanket floated down, and left only hints of the contours below. Serenity waltzed with beauty.
Beads from the night’s rain clung to spring grass. Sunlight lit every drop until they radiated colors from the spectrum—rubies and emeralds cast among diamonds. Each bead sang a perfect solo—together, they made a glorious chorus.
Chest high ears of durum wheat stood in the summer warmth. The field smelled of tilled earth and nutty kernels. An interruption rustled among the stocks. Rows of wheat bowed their heads as an invisible personage blew past—perhaps their wonderful King.
“Honk, honk,” bicycle horns squeezed overhead. A vee formation of trumpeter geese soared through the pines, white necks stretched into conifer-green. The elegant friends laughed their way southward. “We’re playing tag, and winter is chasing us. Honk, honk.”
It’s all too wonderful. Creation, with its seasonal faces, envelops me in God’s splendor. God is not nature any more than I’m a song I write or a sandcastle I build. But in what he has made, I learn something of his wild creativity and his passionate joy.
Prayer: Alpha and Omega, your creation fills me with joy for who you are.
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“The kingdom of heaven is like a person who sowed good seed in his field. But while everyone was sleeping, an enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat and went away.” (Matthew 13:24, 25)
While Africa slept, the tip of a thorny mimosa root pushed around a cassava tuber. Its sinister goal—shared by thousands of pale tendrils—was to choke the cassava plants to death.
By morning light, I admired the communal garden beside the airstrip in Calabar, Nigeria. I never suspected the savagery hidden underfoot. Nigeria is home to one in five Africans. To exist, the people farm cassava anywhere they can. This white fleshed staple keeps them alive, but not if thorny mimosa kills it first.
Most people don’t suspect the invisible war waged against Christians. We hear about the odd demon manifestation or the detestable rites of Satanists, and these are indeed too pervasive. But the real harm from the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms is done while we sleep, that is, while we’re not paying attention.
A tendril of fear, a root hair of doubt, a vine of materialism stretches around our convictions, and closes so gradually we don’t notice. From the outside, everything looks green and harmonious, but a ruthless war is underway. Hatred and pride are weeds looking to destroy our faith. These are not random, unguided events. Living demons, foul spirits playing for the opposing team, strategize how they’ll sneak ideas into our heads that strangle our love of Christ.
As much as I hate the chore of weeding, the garden must be worked daily. Thankfully, I don’t labor alone. The Master Gardener tugs a flaw, then looks to me. I nod permission and he whacks it off. Working in harmony with him, I have a fighting chance against the weeds of my heart.
Prayer: Lord Jesus, uproot whatever the enemy has sown in me.
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But you, Lord, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high. (Psalms 3:3) (NIV)
As she drew water, the Samaritan woman was lost in despair.
My children are embarrassed by me. Five husbands and now a faithless boyfriend. The clay pot on my head is worth more than me.
She didn’t notice the rabbi watching her until he spoke.
"Will you give me a drink?”
Jesus broke every barrier by speaking to a woman born outside Judaism. His words did more than ask a question. They took hold of her chin and gently lifted it. She had trashed her self-worth. He offered to fill her soul with value.
The hope-filled woman ran into her village and convinced others to listen to Jesus explain redemption. Together they were saved from worthlessness.
There is a subtle, yet critical, distinction between worldly self-esteem and godly self-esteem. The first says I am significant because I stand above others. The focus is on achievement and attractiveness. Godly self-esteem says I am important because Jesus, who is every wonderful thing in the universe, lives in me.
Satan wields a double-edged sword. With the forward cut he tells me I’m important because I’m popular, rich, or powerful. After I fail these ambitions, he delivers the backstroke, berating me as a pitiful human specimen. The distance of my fall is greater for the false height to which he lifted me.
Then Jesus catches me. “I’ll prove your worth. I’ll live inside you.”
Prayer: My beautiful Savior, I celebrate your worth in me.