Like There’s No Tomorrow

We habitually sum up people at first glance, but listening is where it’s at. Today I kept listening. When something didn’t make sense I listened some more. I left work dragging my heels to the car, wearing all her words on my shoulders, but only temporarily.

As I drove home my spirit questioned God, and while I questioned answers began to formulate on my lips. I got in the door and went right to the piano…

“I’m here standing on the edge of the battlefield”

I know that is where I am supposed to be, fighting for others with God’s strength and wisdom.

I continued…..

“but let’s get real, it doesn’t look too good, you never said it would, and so I kneel” (John 16:33, Ephesians 6:18).

I continued to tell God what I saw…

“Right here, I survey the carnage of selfishness, it’s quite a mess, and yet the rose still blooms among the thorny tomb, and so I rise.”

I paused. Wasn’t Jesus telling me that he stood where I am a long time ago? And didn’t he find a way? And didn’t he rise from the dead? Was it not possible for myself and for others to get back up and keep on going, with His help? The key was to keep Him in focus and not the circumstances. As usual God was showing me a way through, not a way out, and not a way to feel sorry for myself or others, but a way to grasp the mystery of the Gospel-the truth.

“To life and all its imperfections, to live and suffer as you suffered, to love like there’s no tomorrow.”

So I didn’t have a quick fix for the dilemmas of the day, but I had something even more tangible – the love of God.

“You’re here pouring all your comfort and holiness upon our heads (John 14:16). O death where is thy sting (1 Cor. 15:55), O my Lord God and King and so I sing!  And so I sing! To life and all its imperfections, to live and suffer as you suffered, to love like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Like There’s No Tomorrow”©Cindy Palin, July 17, 2018 Dedicated to all of His beloved who are struggling. Let us struggle side by side.

In Mourning Over Our Nation’s Folly

A Nation founded on Biblical principles now rejecting them? Those professing Christ are THE minority, and soon to be without a voice?

I don’t have to be a Bible scholar to know that believers in Canada are facing new challenges to say the least, “terrible times in the last days” (2 Tim. 3).

I know that Paul in 2 Timothy reminds us to be kind and not quarrelsome (2 Timothy 2:24).

Our opponents must be gently instructed for repentance and the knowledge of the truth to follow (2 Tim. 25).

Instead of being overwhelmed with sadness, let us pray for our leaders (1 Timothy 2:1-2).

We can be sure that when there is persecution, there will be growth in the church. Just look at what happened in the New Testament after Christ’s death and resurrection.

In closing, we can mourn over our nation’s folly. I found an older song by Switchfoot, called: The Blues, just right for the state of my heart tonight.

And I am going to mourn as I listen to this song, but we are not without hope.

 

 

The Day After the World Held its Breath

(Dedicated to the young men saved from a cave in Thailand, and to all who risked their lives to save them, and to all who offered prayers to God on behalf of them, and to the medical staff attending them, and to God be the glory, July 11th, 2018)

Hush.

Let us keep our lips silent and our eyes lifted towards the mountains.

Anything we dare speak now will only ruin this sacred moment,

The day after the world held its breath.

They are alive! They have been rescued!

Let the tears of relief shower, and the wails of reunion swell.

Strangers from around the world gathered.

Minds strained and hearts ached, and humankind chose to risk everything to save them.

Prayers from every Nation cried out to God and He heard us and sustained them.

An invisible cloud of witnesses looked on and wept from the heavens for their souls,

That the frigid, grueling, merciless, murky trek to the depths of the earth be conquered.

They emerged cocooned in courage and passed on into wisdom and healing,

To feel the light of day, to meet endless possibilities, a future, a hope and a love bathed in oxygen.

So please…..be quiet, don’t shatter this hallowed, historic hour.

Don’t Hollywood it, or analyze it, critique it or complain this away.

Shhh

Don’t wallow in what could have been done differently.

Shhh

Don’t cheapen this triumphant feat.

Shhh

Don’t try to understand it with your finite mind.

Just stand in awe, or kneel in reverence and listen for the whispers of gratitude in a thousand languages, fill the skies.

They will never be the same, we will ever be the same.

Mothers and Fathers have had their sons returned.

My chest rises and falls as sleep draws near,

But my soul will continue to sing His praises over them,

Even in my dreams.

 

 

 

 

Living Differently, or Dying a Slow Death?

Recently I had the privilege of hearing Pastor Tim at the Prairie Tabernacle in Three Hills, Alberta.  He was talking about the early church, how they were cut to the heart with the truth of the Gospel (Acts 2:37), and because of the Truth they began to live differently.

When people commit to something new for the first time there is always a huge learning curve. Why should choosing to believe in Christ be any different? How do we live differently after deciding to be a Christian? Who is going to help us understand what living differently looks like?

Acts chapter two tells us that one of the first things we do is get baptized (v38). Going under the water means dying to self, coming out of the water is living as Christ (Romans 6:4), but how do we live that out after the baptismal service is over and the tank is drained dry?

Many people call themselves believers or Christians today, but there is no evidence of their faith claim.

Pastor Tim continued in Acts and reminded us of the story of Ananias and Sapphira (Acts 5). Many new converts believed and their actions and speech aligned. They were hearing what was being preached, and living radically different. Ananias and Sapphira liked the looks of the early church, but thought they could believe in Christ and mix a little of their own agenda in the pot. They wanted God’s way and their way at the same time. They said one thing and did another. Does any of this sound familiar?  Their decision to believe and yet do what they wanted resulted in their death. Their death was immediate. Today many so called believers are dying a slow death. They have accepted Christ and the freedom He promises, but are not experiencing that freedom. They are not living their faith out.

This phenomenon has got me asking how we the church can help new believers immerse themselves in the Truth, and experience new life? We could ask, “Do new believers want accountability in their life?” but I think the better question is, “Do we the church understand part of living differently is understanding our responsibility to disciple and teach and hold one another accountable?” It isn’t enough to simply celebrate someone’s faith decision. We are called to walk along side one another and live differently – together.

But guess what?  It means work (Phil. 2:12). Peter warned and pleaded! (Acts 2:40). And if we don’t warn and plead? Well then perhaps we don’t love Him, or love others. After all ‘love’ today means something far different than the love Christ displayed through his death on a cross for you and me.

-Cindy Palin

 

Here Comes Hope

The other day I was contemplating the pain of another, and how we go through things so we can identify when someone else walks through the valley, how ultimately the Son of God did the same thing and then went one step further…..

“Here Comes Hope”

I’m here to tell you I’ve been there

O shattered heart of yesteryear

But I believe I cried those tears

to cry today

My Father wasn’t always loving

so I left home in search of meaning

And I believe my sorrow then

was for today

So I’d understand where you are

So You’d comprehend

You will never be alone again

Now that I know, my prayers echo

and here comes hope

I’m here to whisper weary soul

our brokenness can make us whole

I believe we have to fall

to stand today

Our Father God who is in heav’n

sent His Son down to walk with men

I believe He came to earth

just for today

So He’d understand where you are

So you’d comprehend

You needn’t ever be alone again

Now that you know, why not leg go?

‘Cause here comes hope

©Cindy Palin, June 24th, 2018

Dedicated to a dear friend

The Marsh of Mental Maladies

This past week I met with a community fraught with challenges. Specifically I trudged through the marsh of mental illness, offering hands and weathered shoulders to hold and lean upon. My ears strained in the shadows for a familiar comforting voice. I watched from a shelf on the wall to get a bird’s eye view of it all, holding my tongue and wringing my heart.

One by one I met the soldiers standing at their gates. Each one equipped with a different shade of red tape. Soft tones, methodical words, plastic masks, yet no direction.

“We haven’t always been here” I told myself. It has taken a thousand years or more for the callouses to form, and the politically correct lingo to roll off our lips.

The marsh is too thick now, too deep, too ‘muck and mire’ for freedom to ever reign again. We treat the symptoms, but not the sickness. We make a list, we dial, we write, and go home to bed, to start all over in the morning.

But sometimes we pray. Sometimes we hear that mysterious voice whisper with the wisdom from before the earth was formed. And we’re lifted above the fog. All the papers, protocol, pomp and circumstance disappear, and the answer shines out of the mist. There is a path to take, there is a line to cross, there is a truth to stand on.

One prayer at a time, one day at a time, one heart at a time, the children of the living God can move, can heal, can love one another to wholeness, in His name. O the precious name.

“Dedicated to my family, friends and neighbours who struggle in their spirit and their soul”. There is hope.

“Surprise, it’s Me”

Well, it is only halfway through the day and I now know what God had for me today. I arrived at the ‘School of His Presence’ presentation with Eric William Gilmour at CAPSS Conference 2018 in Niagra Falls.  After his first segment we set aside time to focus on Christ, to worship and listen for His voice, to enter into His presence.

I saw the picture of the little girl again (you know the same little girl that jumped out of bed like it was Christmas morning), only this time I was sitting on a beach, and my little hands smoothed out the sand in front of me with expectation.

I waited to see what God was going to say. Perhaps he was going to write something in the sand for me? Maybe a burning bush? A new assignment?And then I saw the feet of Jesus and looked up.

“Surprise” he said, “it’s me”.

How many times as Christians do we leave God out of the picture completely? We go ahead into the fray expecting great ‘things’ from God, when it is HE who is great! We look around us watching and waiting, but we don’t look for HIM specifically.

Listening to Eric’s message reminded me of a time when I was aching inside, and I didn’t know why. I went to the piano (my prayer closet) and sat still. I began to play and enter into Christ’s presence and Jesus answered me with these words…..

“When the silence shouts inside I know I’m overdue, for a cup of water and a living word from You. Oh just for once you’d think I’d meet you halfway, but You’re always first in line for me.”

Jesus knows we need Him. When you are feeling restless and can’t put a finger on what is wrong, it is really your soul missing His presence. If you are constantly aching and feeling like something is not right, it is time for you to call out His name. He will respond.

Today I want to be first in line for You Lord.

You are my surprise everyday, and You are everything to me.

 

‘Bandwagon’ Mentality

One of my present major heart aches is the lack of integrity in our speech. It’s everywhere. You expect to see the deterioration in certain circles, where the young are reaching out and discovering the world around them, testing limits, pushing boundaries, but the circle has grown. Everyone and their dog it seems has decided the ‘F’ word is acceptable, and in all conversations.

The argument is that language evolves. Those words that were taboo in the 18th century are common place now. So what’s the big deal?

The big deal? Well….to begin with – RESPECT.

I’m not going to dislike you if you cuss, but I certainly will have trouble respecting you. Whether or not you value my opinion, others will have trouble respecting you as well.

Whether you are reading this as a believer in Christ, or not, I think everyone would agree that our words reflect character, but what kind?

What do you want to be known for? What do you want to be trusted with? Who do you represent?

Our words don’t just define who we are, but those we love. Our words affect everyone around us. Are we building people up every where we turn, or are we carelessly tearing them down? Perhaps the profanity is out of ignorance or  unintentional, but the spirit behind cursing is just that – a curse.

Mike Keepe The Denver Post 03/16/07

Humankind, we’ve got such a ‘bandwagon’ mentality. Just because someone else is saying it, or doing it as in the case of this cartoon – doesn’t mean we should too. You’re not that other person, you’re you. Be the best YOU, you can be, and for your sake, your future’s sake, your spouse’s sake, your children’s sake – question what you are saying and doing all the time.

The Bible is very clear about the power of the tongue, and the destruction it can unleash. My low self worth as a child attests to the power of an undisciplined parent’s tongue. My years of parenting were spent analyzing every word I spoke, and I made mistakes. Today, I continue to analyze what I read, what I watch, and what I say because I want to be a woman of godly character. I want to be respected, and trusted, and loved. I choose to encourage others, and challenge others to wholeness with my words. Most importantly I want to represent Christ, not only with my actions, but my speech as well.

Verses to look up: https://www.openbible.info/topics/our_speech

 

THE VOICE

I suppose one could argue that there are circumstances from which we cannot begin again. I would disagree. My position stands on those seconds, those moments we can seize, and decide differently.

Of anything you are going to hear in your head consistently throughout your life, is the phrase “It’s too late”. This phrase is a close relation to “you’re not worthy”. When these words pound in your temples, tremble in your heart, threaten to paralyze every possibility, give your head a shake. Who is the ‘tearing down’ voice in your head?

There is a voice inside my heart, who continues to show me beginning again is a reality, every single day. His voice empowers me to make strong choices, healthy, and good decisions. He is the Holy Spirit. Sometimes the instructions he gives are difficult, but they always lead to life (John 6:63, Prov. 4:13). This voice builds us up for a purpose greater than ourselves.

The worst line the enemy of your soul, a.k.a voice inside your head, can tell you is “you can do it alone”. My friend, life becomes the adventure it is supposed to be when we ask for help.  And the Holy Spirit is our helper (John 14:26).

” There’s a Voice ”

I come to You, what can I do, You open up your arms (Matthew 11:28)

I crawl right in, a child again, I need some ‘safe and warm’

If I could just go back, before it all began

I wish I could be something good, someone You could love

There’s a voice inside my head who’s keeping score (Psalm 55:3)

Stacked the odds, and made my bed

behind these doors

You lift my chin and look right in, and walk into my heart (Psalm 3:3)

You find the place where yesterday tore everything apart (1 Sam. 16:7b)

You take me by the hand, and I begin again (John 3:1-21)

You pray I can, just as I am, know that I am loved (Eph. 1:4)

You’re the voice inside my heart who’s won the war (Deut. 20:4, John 16:33)

healing wounds and keeping scars (Isaiah 53:5, Phil. 1:29))

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right next to yours

I come to You, it’s what I do, and open up my arms.

©CindyPalin/January 2018   registered with SOCAN

“Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning; for I trust in You; Teach me the way in which I should walk; For to You I lift up my soul” Psalm 143:8  New American Standard Bible