Brenda’s Blog – February 27, 2018

“I made a mistake, I have adult selections on my TV, and I can’t get the channel to exit.”

Thinking I could use the remote in the dark, I pushed buttons Then I stared at the TV across the room not willing to recognize what I was seeing. An entire screen filled with PPV choices – and none of them anywhere close to the “G” range.

I pushed every button, clicked everything I could find – and nothing. Jeremy of the cable carrier tech staff stifled laughter as he helped this old, shocked lady. Then he couldn’t deactivate it either. Finally, with hard work and his searching around my TV, the problem was solved.

I did not know he could check into my connection box and see absolutely everything that was going on with my TV. He walked around, searched the controls, and made me feel somewhat creepy. But then I started laughing.

Just a few hours earlier in the day a friend wrote to tell me a pornographic link was sent by email with my address. She was surprised and wondering.

The fiery darts were definitely from the dark realm.

What did I learn? What principles can I find?

1) None of us is immune to electronic bombardment and attacks of the evil one.

2) We are all to be constantly aware of our environment.

3) We need to know how to quickly shut down invasions… lead us not into temptation.

I thought – these movies were on my TV all the time – all the time my teenage grandkids were in my house – all the time guests who may have been vulnerable slept in the bedrooms. The tech said, “You can put a pin on it so you can use it when you want.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I felt like my house which was dedicated to the Lord and His work was polluted by an enemy agent.

They are blocked. Remember when we were children and we sang, “Be careful little eyes, ears, mouths what you see, hear, say?” It still applies to us. At railroad crossings we were taught to stop, look, and listen. That applies to the world of electronic communication, too.

Brenda’s Blog – February 3, 2018

“What key, what key?”

In the sixties one of Stevie Wonder’s recordings has a moment when he is heard calling out, “What key, what key?” I always enjoyed his musical dexterity….the ability to fall in with the group, no matter what the key.

My parents graciously provided me with music lesson throughout my school years. The piano is still a highly favored part of my environment. In all the study I learned to sight read, to play with expression, and to use it for ministry.

Two things I did not master were transposition and modulation. Both are parts of musical theory, but different in application. Often vocalists prefer a key which is different from the one published on the music. Accomplished accompanists simply play it in the new key by seeing the patterns. They will begin in a new key.

Modulation varies in its use. Regularly, musicians will start a number in one key, then either by verse, or phrase raise a half step at a time, enhancing the dramatic impact of the music. One of the finest examples is the tradition of changing keys for the fourth verse of a hymn. It is a natural progression for many southern gospel performers.

Okay, if you have read this far with me, let me tell you why I started thinking about these two operations.

In life there are times when the key is changed from the outset. Clearly, the direction you are going is not a fit. So, before you commit to a job, a relationship, a location etc. you realize this is the wrong key. So, you still follow your path, but in a different key, with different people, places, or things. You transpose in order to perform with great impact.

Modulation, on the other hand, happens in the midst of the journey. It is the idea of making a subtle change which will raise the intensity and the outcome. It can “amp up” the energy. Most times it will feel natural and even expected. Other times it is a surprise bringing excitement and a sense of building to a flourish.

Look back on your life, noting the transpositions and the modulations. Recognize the difference and the important use of both. Then play your life music well with enthusiasm and confidence.

Brenda’s Blog – January 30, 2018

“Son, we are never needing these again.”

My friend and his parents told of their bold adventure from Boston to Southern California forty-five years ago on a bone-chilling winter’s day.

“I took my four year old son into the men’s room before the flight. I told him to hang his snowsuit on a hook. I hung my bulky parka next to it. When we prepared to leave my son prepared to zip into his Michelin tire attire. ‘No, leave it there. I am not taking mine, either. Where we are going we will need these again!’”

And thus began their foray into the future, leaving extended family, career, and the known for the promise of a future in the land of the unknown.

As they reflected on nearly 50 years later, they see God’s leading. Abraham went out in the same way “not knowing where he was going,” the writer of Hebrews tells us. It was a calculated risk because the father saw the brightness of the coastal opportunities, but it was still bold.

Their stories need capturing. Their faith speaks to the hearts of us who want to live expectantly obedient lives.

We are not guaranteed moving out on faith will be without challenges, will we? But we know “the nearness of God is our good.” Think about the possibility you have a snowsuit (of sorts) you can hang on a hook because you will never need it again!

Brenda’s Blog – January 16, 2018

“Those fans are so loud I can’t hear myself think…”

I walked in after ten days on the road and thousands of miles added to my odometer to find water spewing from my sink. Yes, a tower of water – and not a lovely HGTV water feature.

The floors were flooded, the rugs were soaked, and life changed drastically.

ServPro came in with 41 fans and 3 dehumidifiers. It sounded like an airplane hanger or a manufacturing plant. Normal conversation was impossible and the sound was unceasing. At one point I said to myself, “Those fans are so loud I can’t hear myself think…”

Then I wondered… what else makes so much noise that serious thought is impossible? How about the rantings of political figures, the cries of cause-oriented activists, or the complaints of those who argue about the fairness of life? Those are obvious, aren’t they? But wait – maybe there are other noises that are more subtle.

The sounds of self-centeredness, the cacophony of critical thoughts, the warblings of worry… all shut out the freshness of the Spirit. When the voice I hear most often is “me, not Thee,” I have reached a tipping point.
He tells us to “Be still, and know that I am God.” Yes, turn off the TV, the music, the Sirius radio, and other distractions. Listen for the holy quietness.

I have friends who live alone and want very little silence. They turn on TVs in every room making sure they never have to face their own thoughts. But the comfort of “His thoughts are not our thoughts” gives us freedom to hear from Him – even when it isn’t audible. Our Spirits are disabled by the constant noise, aren’t they? Peace and quiet is what my Mom used to ask for when we were most rambunctious. That is what our great God wants for us, as well.

The fans will probably leave today. Hallelujah! Hopefully, I will focus on His words through His Word. And the thoughts which fill my mind will be pleasing to Him.

Brenda’s Blog – January 2, 2018

“May I have a glass of white wine with my lunch, please?”

I spent the day with a friend who recently moved into a skilled nursing facility. At nearly 95, moves can be upsetting. We went through the morning protocol learning the new routines. Then we rolled down to lunch.

The level of decline is so apparent around the dining room tables. It is tempting to shrink away, wanting to ignore the inevitability of extreme aging – and perhaps dementia. But there are also special moments when the present reality slips away and a delightful world blossoms.

The lovely woman was having lunch with her visiting husband. I am sure she envisioned herself at lunch with her sweetheart, ordering a nice glass of white wine to accompany their luncheon. The aides kindly reminded her the choices were water, tea, milk, and cranberry juice.

A friend of mine worked with his father-in-law in commercial development. When his dementia required moving to a facility which offered more day to day care, he still enjoyed visits from his son-in-law. One day they walked down the hall of the nursing home. Out of the blue the father-in-law asked in a loud voice: “When in the heck did we buy this place? What were we thinking?” They hadn’t and yet that was his point of reference.

I don’t want that season to arrive any time soon. There are probably few who look forward to a current reality which includes loss of connection. However, our life plan is guided by a God who understands sweet women who order white wine in a dining hall filled with wheelchairs… or a man who couldn’t figure out why they had made an investment into a long-term facility. God knows and loves.

And so should we. This is a strange blog, isn’t it? The bottom line is a call to kindness, and patience. We shouldn’t distance ourselves from those whose capacity is impaired. We should reach out with a touch, and a time of looking into their eyes, knowing their lives matter. Life is precious – all the way to the last breath. We can be a blessing to the very young, and certainly to the very old!

Brenda’s Blog – December 19, 2017

“Onward through the fog!”

Oat Willie’s cry resonates far beyond his original circle of influence. Whether in business, politics, education, or even ministry his sentiment is used to express stepping into the unknown.

Recently I attended a meeting at Asbury University, located in the rolling hills of blue grass Kentucky. An evening’s function went late and a group decided to forage for food in the rural locale. A deep fog set in and returning to campus became treacherous. They were unable to see more than 8-10 feet in front of the car. And when their GPS announced, “You have arrived at your destination on the left,” they just stared into the dark gray unable to see the house which majestically sat on a hill, now enveloped in fog.

“People keep telling me to trust God, but I don’t know what that means. I want Him to show me what to do and to let me see the future. This is really hard.” The woman sat down next to me at the hotel and began telling me her story. She teared up as she related a painful story of displacement and loneliness. I kept thinking she was living in a fog of faith.

What can we learn? Driving in fog requires special skills. Despite our immediate instinct, the bright lights need to be exchanged for lower beams (or fog lights if available). Speed must be adjusted to conditions. Pressures from drivers behind must be ignored. Finally, listening to the GPS and not depending on visual clues is necessary.

When our life falls into the unknown, we apply these same principles, don’t we? We slow down trusting God to give us the light we need. We know He is the “light on our path.” We rely on His voice through the word and the confidence given by the Spirit. We do not operate by trusting in our own wisdom and instincts, but by leaning on Him. Often, we want to rush through these foggy times, but we put our maturity in danger. And, we must hold to the truths which are foundational. Others will come around us with recommendations. They will come with accusations. But we need to stay the course checking our decisions against the word, the Spirit, and the counsel of Christians we trust.

We know faith operates in the unseen, but we also know our God leads us along. When the fog rolls in, let’s declare our belief in our God who knows the way through the wilderness, and the “foggy bottoms.”

Brenda’s Blog – December 5, 2017

Gram, this isn’t good – you are in the B lane.”

As we got in the Whataburger line I expected a wait because the line was longer than usual. However, after we ordered the voice said, “Get in the B lane.” I had no idea what she meant until Colby pointed out the side track with a large “B” painted on it.

We waited and waited, watching car after car move through the A lane. Eventually, our food was delivered by a young, shining worker. I am sure the newest hires get the job of delivering to those not-so-happy B laners!

Then I started thinking about the other B lanes in my life when I felt like I was pulled out of the main flow. It isn’t easy seeing others receive promotions clearly you deserved, or being a single woman celebrating with friends at their weddings, or even listening to stories of great ways God has used them.

“I want to be in the A lane!” But is that right? Does being pulled to the side necessarily mean second class? Absolutely not. In fact, on that Sunday morning it gave me more time with my grandson – and a memory to laugh about.

“How are you doing?” “This wouldn’t have been my Plan A, but God’s Plan B is a great blessing.” My friend’s husband died in a plane crash while serving a Christian ministry. She raised children and completed a seminary degree afterwards, receiving high honors. Later on, she did remarry very happily. It made me think about God’s plan for our lives. As a strong believer in His sovereignty I am not sure I think there is ever a Plan B in His mind – everything is what He ordained. But understanding that changes in life have a feel of plan shifts I totally understand her answer.

God is so good. Whatever He brings into our lives is for our growth. Learning opportunities are everywhere – whether in the B lane of Whataburger, or facing dramatic events like widowhood. Learning to trust isn’t easy and certainly takes lots of lab time. But He is faithful, just, and patient – and seemingly eager to give us just what we need to grow in grace.

Brenda’s Blog – November 21, 2017

“Are you a thermometer or a thermostat?”

I am Gram to nine grandchildren and two great-grands. As I pray for them I ask for protection, God’s saving grace, and peace. And as they get older I pray for them to make wise choices about friends. This is one of the questions they must answer in order to create healthy relationships.

I want them to know if they are a thermostat or a thermometer. What is the difference? A thermometer reflects the temperature in the room; a thermostat sets it. It is the same way in social situations.

Is it weak to be a thermometer? By no means. Think how critically important it is to determine if we have a fever – we need an accurate instrument which gives us a proper reading. Groups are the same way – they need those who feel temperature changes and alert the others. The danger comes when the thermostats are so strong they ignore any negative changes.

Thermostats can heat up or cool down activities. They are the ones who pull others along. They are the lead dogs. Therefore, it is vitally important for them to have a strong moral compass. Their natural strengths can be used for good or ill. Their charisma can move a group positively to achieve great things or their magnetism can lead others down a risky path.
Our society makes value judgments which elevate thermostats. They have a serious responsibility to themselves and others. Change makers carry the weight of leadership. But thermometers must use their discernment to alert without alarming. They are the monitors of social environments.

I know each of my grandchildren has a unique design, given by God to achieve their purpose. My prayer is for those who are thermostats to be shining examples of Godly leadership and those who are thermometers to have strength in reading situations and understanding when the temperature isn’t positive. My admonition to them is always “Be bold and of good courage in whatever God calls you to do.”

Brenda’s Blog – November 7, 2017

“I had to think all the time when I was at work, so now that I am retired I don’t think anymore.”

Stop a minute and chew on that one! Raised in a family which valued thinking as a core value, this man’s statement struck me as not only strange, but almost incomprehensible.

The Bible says: “As a person thinks, so are they.” For you purists, I know the KJV says “a man thinketh,” but I think I have the freedom to expand the text. This presupposes thought, doesn’t it? And it underscores the critical nature of the process.

I once saw a humorous comedy routine describing the differences in men and women. One of the distinctives was the ability of men to absolutely put their brains into neutral gear – and exist happily. When the wife says, “What are you thinking?” he responds, “Nothing” and means it! I subscribe more to the Facebook meme which says “Closing my eyes is the open door to reminding me of all those things I haven’t done all day.” Minds just won’t shut off sometimes.

But that isn’t really productive thinking, is it? What the Bible is talking about pertains to our worldview, our perspective on life, and as A.W. Tozer says “What a man thinks about when he thinks about God is the most important thing about him.” The way we view the nature of God and the nature of man – and the way we participate is important.

Zig Ziglar fondly spoke of “stinkin’ thinkin’.” He knew the way we think impacts the way we live. And he knew the way we think about not only God, but ourselves directs us. Thinking rightly is healthy and wise.

Consequently, taking an “I’m not thinking anymore” position sets a person up for a cruise down the rapids without a good game plan. Let’s think clearly, intentionally, and purposefully to make each day one worthy of remembering in the future (as Zig taught!)

Brenda’s Blog – October 24, 2017

“Christ-Fest: Battle of the Worship Bands”

I turned the corner in the little East Texas town and the sign caught my eye. Then I turned to my grandson Colby and started laughing. “There is just something off-kilter about that, don’t you think?”

Yes, we sing Onward Christian Soldiers and as children we certainly march around singing “We’re in the Lord’s Army.” We put on the spiritual armor and attach posters to the walls of our children’s rooms reminding them that we are part of a much bigger battle between good and evil.

But battling for bragging rights as the victorious worship band? Irony drapes itself all over the idea!

It makes me think of the conflict among those of “The Way” and the way we all too often injure, maim, and disable other believers because they don’t agree on our spiritual practice preferences – or even the way we “do church.” What a shame it is to pit one Christian against another to win what? A trophy of pride. Certainly no trophies of grace are handed out in these intramural contests. We are brothers and sisters in Christ and yet we devour one another way too often.

I know the worship bands will be wailing away praising Jesus and amping up the sound to impress the audience, but is it the right message to send? Will heaven be one eternal, everlasting vying for approval? I think not.

A Catholic bishop spoke recently by invitation on the meaning of the Reformation. He was a gracious (and brave) man to address the topic. He was adept in avoiding theological landmines and instead chose to focus on the importance of unity and the things which bring us together rather than dividing us. A wise man who has probably seen one too many battles in his clerical years.

“They will know you by your love one for another.” Yes, let’s battle and battle strongly with boldness and courage, but let’s make sure our guns are pointed at the true enemy, avoiding friendly fire.