The End of This Blog and the Birth of Directing My Steps

Because of the fact that only those that follow this blog are seeing the new posts, I have this day began a new blog entitled Directing My Steps which will continue where this blog left off, that being articles and posts concerning being a Christian in this crazy world.  If you are a follower of Take No Thought, I hope that you will come to Directing My Steps through the “Christian” tag in the Reader and follow me there..  thank you..   I am not posting the link because what I thought should be http:// shows up as https:// so I am confused..

Vicki

 

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Are You Seeing this Post in the Reader?

Just throwing this question out into WordPress land..  Yesterday I made two posts and didn’t see either of them in the Reader although I did see them in the “following” tag..  specifically wondering about the “Christian” and “Christianity” tags..    If you do see this post in the Reader could you please let me know in the comment section?  If I’m not reaching the Reader that would be not good.  Thank you.

 

editing to add that I just checked the Reader and can’t see this post either  😦

I guess I’m just not meant for blogs.

Pulling Up the Buttercups

Today I saw some buttercups blooming in our front lawn.  Though I think that the flower of this weed is lovely, nevertheless it is a weed and will quickly take over the lawn if left to its own.  Several weeks ago I sprayed as many as I could find with weed killer but I didn’t spray the whole plant and so they continued to grow.  But today when I saw them blooming I went outside, gathered up a lid to put them in, and a gardening tool to dig them up.  It didn’t take too long, the mature plant which produced the flower was easy to dig up.

This little moment of daily life really reminded me of the parable of the wheat and the tares, (Matthew 13:24-30).  In this parable a farmer sows good seed in his field but while men slept the enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat. Tares could quite possibly have been Darnel.  Darnel is a weed grass that looks very much like wheat until it is mature.  The farmer knew that an enemy had done this and because of the similarity in appearance, the workers were told to let both wheat and tares grow together until the harvest when the tares would be bound for burning but the wheat would be gathered into the farmer’s barn.

What could tares in a church be?  I think it is deception that is taking hold in churches everywhere.  It is very scary really to see how churches who were previously sound are compromising and giving up the “old paths” to try to attract new people but they are failing because new people, and children who have grown up in a previously sound church but are now of an age to choose for themselves, are choosing to attend churches who offer entertainment instead.  As someone told me, “I don’t want to hear about fire and brimstone, I want to be entertained.  And so what is the future of these poor deceived people?  I pray that the good Lord opens their eyes to the truth of what is going on, and takes them out of these churches and into a church strong in the faith with good leadership and holding to the “old paths”.  There are still a few of these churches around because God always has his remnant.

But as for the rest, they will go blindly on and, except they repent and receive the Lord Jesus as their Saviour, they will be like the tares and will not see heaven.  It is very sad.

As for the buttercups, I plan on digging up every new one I see when it begins to bloom.  Beautiful or not, they are weeds.

Matthew 13:30 “Let both grow together until the  harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn”

And So Here I Am Again..

When will I ever learn?  I am just not meant for a photo blog.  This morning I deleted another one called Capturing Moments in Daily Life for no other reason but that it just wasn’t working.  But this one, Take No Thought for Tomorrow, is still here as though waiting for me to come back and focus on what is really important..how does my being a Christian show in my daily life?  Surely the Lord knows that much better than I do.  So here I am again, and hope that the things that happen daily have some purpose on a spiritual level.

I do love to watch the birds, and love tending to my new garden, but these things will soon pass away and what will my life on this earth matter where eternity is concerned?  I hope it matters for something, and really, it is cathartic for me to write about the sometimes crazy things that happen in this otherwise simple life.

It’s a happy  day for me when I check the stats on my children’s bible stories blog and find out that on Saturday, the day before Sunday School, some people still come to that blog even though it is old school, based on the King James and just simple stories with simple coloring pages and simple crafts.

So these are the musings of my mind, I do have some things to share but all in good time.  And for those who followed me a long time ago, I hope that you will do so again.  Now it is time for me to look for a new theme for this fresh start.

 

Why Does God Allow Sickness?

It’s my turn.. after husband has been sick for almost two weeks with the flu, I have come down with viral bronchitis.  Not the first time, it’s getting to be an annual thing.  One thing I know is that I would rather be the one going through an illness then be watching a family member go through an illness with the feeling of helplessness that brings.  My husband is recovering and I am thankful for that.

But why does God allow sickness? and what should our attitude be when we become ill? For me, I say “I am in your hands, Lord” and let the sickness go through to its natural end, whatever that may be.

Why does God allow sickness?  This question is well answered at God Questions.org, a portion follows:

The issue of sickness is always a difficult one to deal with. The key is remembering that God’s ways are higher than our ways (Isaiah 55:9). When we are suffering with a sickness, disease, or injury, we usually focus solely on our own suffering. In the midst of a trial of sickness, it is very difficult to focus on what good God might bring about as a result. Romans 8:28 reminds us that God can bring about good from any situation. Many people look back on times of sickness as times when they grew closer to God, learned to trust Him more, and/or learned how to truly value life. This is the perspective God has because He is sovereign and knows the end result.
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Called to Share the Gospel, Part Two

Yesterday I wrote how my husband has purchased 250 Gospel of John booklets and has made up packages with a booklet, an energy bar and a $1.00 coin to give to people who stand on medians at stop lights panhandling.   He hasn’t been able to do it since he came down with the flu almost two weeks ago, but this morning we had to go to town so he tried again, but there was another roadblock to sharing the booklet.

As we approached the stop light where most of the packages have been given out, we saw a lady standing on the median with hat out and a sign.  We had not seen her before and looked forward to giving her the package.  But that joy quickly passed. Husband tried to give her a package before he read the sign but she refused and then we saw that the sign said that giving to panhandlers enabled them and that the local police were not in favor of it.  She told my husband that if we wanted to give we should give to the local food bank.  He told her that there was a Gospel of John in the package and she said that was good, and that it was also good that there was food in the package.  We could not tell if she was with the RCMP or if this was her own idea to have that sign.

Husband asked her why she had her hat out to which she replied, “so I can talk to people like you.”

So one day at a time.  My husband and I both believe that places and people will be provided for him to share the Gospel of John booklet.

editing to add that after talking about this, my husband has decided to take the $1.00 coin out and add another food item.  We do know that some of the people have been collecting enough money to go and feed their alcoholic addiction, so giving more food will give them something to eat and the Gospel of John is their spiritual food.

How Does One Have Inner Peace?

Our neighbours have just listed their house for sale.  They have lived here for less than two years but they have never seemed to be at peace.  I don’t think that a change of housing is going to bring them peace because as far as I know they are not Christians.

What does the bible say on the subject of inner peace? The section below is from Got Questions.org

The Bible has a lot to say about peace. Jesus is called the Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6). Paul refers to “the God of all peace” (Romans 15:13, 33; Galatians 6:16). The term peace is often used as a greeting and a benediction (see Luke 24:36). So what exactly is peace, and how can we have “inner peace”?

A word often translated “peace” in the Bible actually means “to tie together as a whole, when all essential parts are joined together.” Inner peace, then, is a wholeness of mind and spirit, a whole heart at rest. Inner peace has little to do with external surroundings. Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” He had also told His followers that “in this world you will have many troubles. But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33). So peace is not the absence of trouble; it is the presence of God.

The sentence bolded really spoke to me because it confirms that external surroundings have little to do with inner peace.  A Christian should have inner peace in the midst of turmoil because they are trusting in the Lord to carry them through.
here is the link to the rest of the article at Got Questions.org

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep..

Now I lay me down to sleep…  that is the beginning of a prayer I used to say as a little girl.

“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.  If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”

I was not a Christian nor were my mother or father and yet my mother had me say this prayer every night.  Those words were meaningless to me at the time except for making me wonder if I would live to see morning.  In this prayer the reference is to “the Lord”..  not personal as in “my Lord”.  In Psalm 23:1 David speaks of “the Lord” but he qualifies it by adding “is my Shepherd”..  David’s faith is personal.

I didn’t think about this prayer for a very long time but now I am a Christian and  lately it has come back to me. When I go to bed I pray “Now I lay me down to sleep, I ask you Lord my soul to keep.  If I should die before I wake, I ask you Lord my soul to take.”  Addressing him personally and trusting that I am in his hands.

Who knows what the day will bring?

Trusting in Him..

Called to Share the Gospel

I have written in a previous post that my husband and I have left the church we were attending due to emergent practices.  It has been very difficult on my husband and recently, desiring to share the gospel, he ordered 250 Gospel of John booklets and began to distribute them to people who are in need, and who stand on medians at traffic lights.  We made up a little bag of a Gospel of John, an energy bar and a $1.00 coin (called Loonie in Canada).  Since these people who are begging appear to have little, it seemed a good idea to give them something to eat as well as “feeding” them the gospel which is, of course, the most important thing.  We hope that they spend the money on more food, as we hope that they do not toss the Gospel of John book aside but read it and become convicted of their need for the Saviour.

As usual though, when you step forth in serving the Lord to spread his word, that old devil seeks to devour and this came in the form of a man whom my husband knew through this man’s occasional attendance at a morning prayer breakfast held every Saturday at the church we used to attend.  As we were driving towards a stop light, my husband saw this man standing on the median..again.  Previously he had given this man a bag with the Gospel of John, the energy bar and a $1.00 coin.  We saw that the man had been drinking, so husband just said hello, addressed him by name, and asked him how he was doing.  To which the man replied aggressively  “I know you are mocking me, get the “F” out of here”.

I can tell you that was a great shock.  And not long after that, to compound the situation, my husband came down with the flu and has been laid up for almost 2 weeks, thus preventing him from handing out any more gospel booklets in that time.

But he and I have hope that he will soon recover, and that he will be back out distributing the gospel books.

Going Back to Basics..

Today I am going back to basics, in my case basics are that I am a Christian, saved by grace through faith in what the Lord Jesus has done for me, in shedding of his precious blood and paying the  penalty for my sin.  Through his death, burial and resurrection, I have the hope that when my last breath is over, I shall be with him..

For the last few months I have been focusing on a photo blog called Living on Vancouver Island.  I do love photography but as it always did before, having a photo blog meant looking for new things every day or else resorting to posting old photos which I hated to do. And then, as it usually happens when I am focusing on things other than the Lord, changes occurred which made it impossible for me to go out to photograph every day.  Illness in the form of the flu bug entered our home and my husband has been down with it for almost 2 weeks.  Although his temperature has normalized, he is left with a bad cough and as of today, I am coughing as well.  Hoping that this is not the start of the viral bronchitis that I am prone to.  In any event, I have decided to give up my photo blog and go back to my Christian basics.  The name of the blog is Take No Thought for Tomorrow and so I will be focusing on daily life as a Christian.  In particular how do I/should I react regarding family, things around me, things in the news..

Always I am “looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our (believers) faith..”

If there should be a particularly beautiful sunrise, or other beauty of God’s creation, and if I have my camera handy, I shall post the occasional photograph here but it will be to uplift the Creator, and not to focus on my photography.

I hope that you will follow my new direction.

Still Waiting

I wrote the piece below in December of 2016:

It’s been quite some time since I have posted on this blog, the reason is that husband and I have been, and still are, in limbo regarding the church we used to attend.  We left that church a year ago because of emergent practices, specifically spiritual formation,  that had entered into a bible camp that the church supported and when husband learned of these practices and brought it to the attention of the two elders at the church, he was shut down and shut out by the senior elder, and because of this, and because our financial donations were going in large part to the bible camp, he thought we had no choice but to leave.

In the last few months husband has heard from the other elder and has been having coffee with him and we hoped and have been praying that things could be worked out so that we can go back.  Each Sunday we have our own remembrance of the Lord in breaking bread and drinking the cup, and in husband’s scripture reading and prayer, but we miss being in the fellowship of the church.

And yet I hope for another miracle..  that the senior elder will approach my husband so they can work things out so that we can go back to the church.  Not that things will change at the bible camp, but that the elder will at least admit that things are not what they should be.  Should that happen, we could designate our donations that they do not go to the bible camp.

And so I continue to wait and pray..  last week there was a memorial at the church for a lady who had passed away and when we arrived at the church the senior elder was standing at reception and the look he gave husband was impossible to describe..  definitely not friendly or welcoming, but rather it seemed a guilty but challenging look..  husband offered his hand and the elder shook it..  so I continue to hope for a miracle.

With God all things shall be possible.

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Since I wrote this post things have changed.  The elder that was asking my husband out for coffee has stopped doing that.  Since the memorial when we thought that this would be a good opportunity for reconciliation, we have heard nothing from the senior elder.  Because of these things, we are pretty much convinced that we will never return to that church but at the same time, I still believe that with God all things shall be possible.  For that reason, we are still waiting..

Face to face with the cross.

a wonderful poem of encouragement.

A Call To The Remnant

When I have suffered great loss
I come face to face with the cross
Will I get down on my knees and pray
Or shall I turn and walk away?

Each day as I walk through this life
And face troubles and heartaches and strife
When the world has lost all its gloss
Then I come face to face with the cross

In the light of His glory and grace
As I behold His wonderful face
His fire burns up all of the dross
When I come face to face with the cross

So when you have fallen down
And it seems you’ve forsaken your crown
Come fall at His feet in remorse
Come face to face with the cross

His grace is sufficient for you
Honor Him in all that you do
And victory will come in due course
When you come face to face with the cross

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Waiting..

It’s been quite some time since I have posted on this blog, the reason is that husband and I have been, and still are, in limbo regarding the church we used to attend.  We left that church a year ago because of emergent practices, specifically spiritual formation,  that had entered into a bible camp that the church supported and when husband learned of these practices and brought it to the attention of the two elders at the church, he was shut down and shut out by the senior elder, and because of this, and because our financial donations were going in large part to the bible camp, he thought we had no choice but to leave.

In the last few months husband has heard from the other elder and has been having coffee with him and we hoped and have been praying that things could be worked out so that we can go back.  Each Sunday we have our own remembrance of the Lord in breaking bread and drinking the cup, and in husband’s scripture reading and prayer, but we miss being in the fellowship of the church.

And yet I hope for another miracle..  that the senior elder will approach my husband so they can work things out so that we can go back to the church.  Not that things will change at the bible camp, but that the elder will at least admit that things are not what they should be.  Should that happen, we could designate our donations that they do not go to the bible camp.

And so I continue to wait and pray..  last week there was a memorial at the church for a lady who had passed away and when we arrived at the church the senior elder was standing at reception and the look he gave husband was impossible to describe..  definitely not friendly or welcoming, but rather it seemed a guilty but challenging look..  husband offered his hand and the elder shook it..  so I continue to hope for a miracle.

With God all things shall be possible.

 

Children at Risk: Calming Down Through Mindfulness

The following is from Lighthouse Trails Ministries, on the dangers of meditation techniques entering into schools and churches..   very scary for those with eyes to see this danger:

LTRP Note: The following out-of-house news story reiterates what Lighthouse Trails has been trying to warn about. More and more public schools are implementing “mindfulness” meditation techniques into the lives of their students. Ray Yungen provides this explanation of what mindfulness is:

In recent years, a type of meditation known as mindfulness has made a surprising showing. Based on current trends, it has the potential to eclipse even Yoga in popularity. You will now find it everywhere that people are seeking therapeutic approaches to ailments or disorders. True to its Buddhist roots, mindfulness involves focusing on the breath to stop the normal flow of thought. In effect, it acts the same way as a mantra; and as with Yoga, it is presented as something to cure society’s ills.

While this particular article is talking about a public school, make no mistake about it, mindfulness meditation has entered the church…

for the rest of this story, follow the link below:

http://www.lighthousetrailsresearch.com/blog/?p=21902

The Living Jesus Empowers Us to Die

This is a reblog from A Call To The Remnant.. I can certainly relate to the lonely path.

The Living Jesus empowers us to die.

Posted by appolus on December 5, 2016

link to the original article:

The Living Jesus empowers us to die.

This is a portion of chapter 15 of my book The Fall of Christendom…….

The living Jesus empowers us to die. The cross is the symbol of sacrifice and death. To live for Him is to die to ourselves and the world. In the Spiritual we came, we died and we rose again as a new creature in Christ. As we move towards and become like Jesus, we die to ourselves. And so there is an important intertwining of dying to ourselves and living the resurrected life. It is the heads and the tails of the same coin. If you focus on just one aspect to the detriment of the other, you will become imbalanced in your walk. We surely must pick up our cross daily it is important to realize that this will produce an abundant spiritual life in Christ and while you may die to the flesh internally, the world should see your joy expressed externally and wonder and marvel how such a thing could be. This is pleasing to God.

The proof of our new life, our resurrection from the dead, our authentic faith is not a large house or a $2000 suit or a prosperous life in this world, these things prove nothing in the Spiritual. The proof of our faith is how we react to carrying our cross. In the midst of death to ourselves does the love of Jesus pour forth? Do we minister to others when we ourselves are in the midst of trial and testing’s? Have we found the secret of being content in every situation? The cross does not lie. There is no hypocrisy on the cross. Tozer said that you knew one thing about a man carrying a cross out of the city, you knew he was not coming back. The cross signifies death to self and death to the world. It’s only by taking up our cross that we can crucify the flesh. The flesh wars against the Spirit. The flesh must die, it dies only upon the cross, it thrives on indulgence.

The walk of the cross is a lonely walk. Yet in every generation, across denominational lines, brothers and sisters will be called out. They will know each other when they meet. They will be people who have rejected the “norm.” They will be a people who are seeking a deeper walk with Jesus. While the crowd run after the latest craze and those that tickle their ears, these people will find themselves on an ancient narrow path. This path begins at Calvary and ends at the throne. It is a very difficult and lonely path but all the saints who have come before you have walked this very path. Be encouraged today saints, God has seen and sees the afflictions of His people. He has not left us as orphans, we have the Holy Spirit who can take us to a place that Jesus has prepared for us. He is our high tower and the righteous can run into it and are safe. There is a place beneath His wings that is ours. He has given us wings in the Spiritual so that we can fly to this place. And in this prepared place we can discover joy where there should be no joy. We can discover peace where there should be no peace. We can discover love where hate should be. We can be fed although a famine has overtaken the land. He is our fountain in a land that is dry and dusty, in a land where there is no water.

As the spiritual famine deepens, as the drought begins to change the landscape, as the counterfeit increases daily, the Lord knows how to feed His children. As the storm that rages then the Lord says to His children “I am the eye of the storm, do not be afraid of it, walk into the heart of it and find peace at the center it, I am the Lord of all storms and I stand in the midst of them and beckon unto my own to come unto me and take my hand and I will lead you through and you will not be overcome or destroyed.” We praise the Lord today that He sees all things and He knows all things and to those who have taken up their cross and walk the narrow path He is their strength and their comfort and sustainer.

HANGING ON

this is a wonderful poem from Kathy Boecher

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ORIGINAL ART & INSPIRATION BY KATHY BOECHER©

Our lives are like a thin, frayed thread,

Our thoughts are filled with fear and dread,

The tines of life like wildfire spread,

We even wish that we were dead,

Yet God would not release His hold,

He held us tightly in the fold,

To teach us to be strong and bold,

He never let His love grow cold,

He will not let us go.

His roots run deep, His hold is strong,

He keeps us where we now belong,

He turns us right when we do wrong,

His Word is like a lovely song,

He pulls us out of danger’s way,

He gives us light in each dark day,

He leads us back when we would stray,

He even teaches us to pray,

He will not let us go.

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Joy in the Storm

Stephen L Hufman

Snow storm in the Tumwater Canyon Joy after a storm

Joy is a blessing of highest order.
Like rays of sunshine warming what ever it touches.
Yet it disappears with the slightest disturbance.
Why is something so good so fragile?
Joy runs at the first hint of trouble.
It is easily hidden by clouds of struggle,
And overwhelmed by the slightest ripple in life.
Joy dies whenever grief rolls in.
Is there a way to hold on to it through all life’s trials?
Once a year we celebrate the joy of Christmas, propping it up with presents.
But the bright packages prove futile against the doldrums of winter.
Maybe the problem is:
We seek the ephemeral joy instead of the eternal.
Settle for a hint of joy rather than push on to the fullness of joy.
Run after a gift instead of the giver.
Worship the created instead of the creator.

In Your presence is fullness…

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Morning After Nightmares

having had my share of nightmares in the past, I really liked this poem and the photo is lovely.

Stephen L Hufman

Awaken to the Morning Sunrise against the clouds

I awaken just short of being devoured.
The fear lingers on.
My mind is stalked by the night terror.
I call out to Jesus and He comes to hold me like a mother holds her child.
Together we review the truth,
The verses of His compassion and faithfulness.
The depths of his love explored.
The nightmare cannot come it is left outside.
I am made ready for the day.

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Closure…

this spoke to me..

Joshua Norton and Jesus: A Post for Christ the King Sunday

The Left Hand of Ehud: Matt's Bible Blog

In 1859, America got its first Emperor.
He wasn’t a traditional emperor, because America officially doesn’t do that sort of thing. Nevertheless, emerging from a self-imposed exile following his bankruptcy the previous year,Joshua Nortonproclaimed him the Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico.

Now, it’s clear that Norton wasn’t a real emperor, but he did become a much loved part of San Franciscan life as people played along. He wore an ornate uniform and wrote dramatic proclamations in the local press, and if he liked a local restaurant he’d award it royal patronage. At one point he walked into the middle of a riot targeting Chinese workers and recited the Lord’s Prayer until the rioters dispersed. And when he died in 1880, tens of thousands lined the streets to say their final farewells to their beloved emperor. Reading the tributes is a moving experience: “Emperor Norton…

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