The Trip So Far


Hatred Is Not Logical

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 11:35

‘But the natural man does not accept the things of the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him, and he is not able to understand them, because they are spiritually discerned.’ [1 Corinthians 2:14, LEB]

While my reference verse mentions ‘the things of the Spirit of God’, I believe it also applies to any real understanding of spiritual matters in general, and in that regard I mention Hate.
Day after day we are fed a destructive diet of horrible headlines, not the least of which was the synagogue shooting several days ago. And in the body of the reports I’ve seen, the reporters once again, try vainly to discover the shooter’s motivation, as if by close inspection some amount of understanding will be discovered, and with it, perhaps we’ll be closer to preventing the next such event. While this is a natural human reaction to tragic circumstances, it is complete folly and misses the point entirely because Hate is a spiritual issue and is not subject to any humanly discoverable “laws” of logic.
Hate, like true love, has a spiritual origin, and the origin of Hate is a demonic manifestation of evil. Real love, of course is the opposite and springs from a Godly origin. This is not complicated stuff, but it is impossible to really understand any of it without being able to discern events from a spiritual perspective. And in the face of sheer hatred, logic is out the window.
Anti-Semitism only really makes sense to the degree we agree with God on the origin of hatred. The devil has no love in his character. None; zero. And as he has the market cornered on Hatred, he dispenses it wholesale to anyone willing to employ it. He simply hates, and hates and hates. So why do Christians have to wander around in a maze of confusion while trying to make sense (logic) out of Hate-inspired events? Why do so many otherwise smart folks keep asking “Why?”
The answer to this question will never be found within the logical patterns of men’s minds; the answer is found in the spiritual depths of God’s mind, and He gives the understanding to those who seek Him for it. In fact, the answer to this question is right out in plain sight – on the pages of the Bible.
Satan hates Jews, and there is no way to change it. He will always hate them, just as he will always hate any people that God has chosen. And he will always actively hate any of us who choose to love God. The only up-side to any of this was often mentioned by the late Dr. Derek Prince, who used to say that is important to have the right enemies.
If we want to be on the right side in eternity, it is vital to be on the wrong side prior to it.




Pharisaic = Strain at a gnat; swallow a camel

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 12:58

With reference to:
38 For as in those days before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day when Noah entered the ark, 39 and they were unaware until the flood came and swept them all away, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. 40 Then two men will be in the field; one will be taken and one left. 41 Two women will be grinding at the mill; one will be taken and one left. 42 Therefore, stay awake, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming. 43 But know this, that if the master of the house had known in what part of the night the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and would not have let his house be broken into. 44 Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect. [Mat 24:38-44; ESV]

While I’ve never been a flat-earth person, I can just bet that about one thousand years ago, give or take a few hundred, there were many good Christians who sincerely believed the earth was flat, not round. However, in spite of their sincerity, they were sincerely wrong. So what? Looking at the flat-earth belief from the advantage of our current time, it really doesn’t seem worth fighting over, does it? Yet I know some did. In fact, I’m sure to challenge the flat-earth theory at that time, incurred great animosity from other, good Christian folk. Again…so what? Flat earth, or round earth…our salvation hinges on neither.
The Pharisees of Jesus’ time ran amok because even though they had the Scriptures and the prophets, they failed to understand the former and killed most of the latter. They were sincerely wrong even while being completely sure they were right. And while an understanding of “Jewish tradition” may seem critical to us now, it is in fact (my opinion) like the salt and pepper we use on our steaks. I believe there can be great benefits derived from understanding how the Jewish elders understood their own Scriptures, but I think we should also bear in mind these were the same smart folks who looked Jesus right in the face and missed their Messiah. Would that they had the benefit of our hindsight!
I would note there is a big difference between bible teachers/preachers who are inadvertently wrong in the nuances of their lessons, and those who are intentionally wrong for personal gain. And with regard to God’s Word, it’s fair to say that we’ve all believed many things we thought set in cement, only to find later the only cement involved was in our heads. But to go ahead and label someone a false teacher/preacher simply because their current revelation differs somewhat from our current revelation, can have no positive effect for ourselves or the other person.
I cannot count the times when I was absolutely sure, without a shadow of any doubt, that my wife’s viewpoint was way off, and most of those times the fault was with me. I had been temporarily blinded and deceived into thinking I needed no correction…very embarrassing, and ultimately indefensible. Crow meat tastes ugly, but I needed the meal many times; it was a good diet for my pride.
All said, Jesus promised to come back for us, and while I cut my teeth on Rapture theology, I have my doubts now. So what? He promised to come back, and personally, I don’t care one whit whether I meet Him in the clouds, or Wichita, Kansas – the only two things that matter are: 1) He would have kept His promise, and 2) I was ready to go when He showed up. (Oh, by the way, the last time I descended in an airplane, we descended through clouds on our way to the destination). Whether I meet Jesus in the clouds and come back on down to the earth with Him, or whether I meet Him in the air and go with Him somewhere else, the only important thing to me is that I went WITH Him. The rest of the little details will sort themselves out. And another good point – at that time, all the Rapture theory viewpoints will not factor in! I simply cannot imagine crowing in heaven (or earth, during His reign), that I was right and you were wrong.
All prophecy, whether given by you, me or Jesus, will finally only be verified in hindsight. Prophecy is meant to build up the body of Christ – any other use means we probably need to modify the ways, as well as our motives, for reading Scripture in the first place.
Just sayin…..



The Black Robed Regiment

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 11:35

‘Contrary to popular belief, politics is not inherently “dirty” – it only became so as Christians abandoned it.’

‘Most preachers agree that, along with the family and the church, government is one of three institutions God ordained for the promotion of peace and order so that the Gospel can be preached throughout the world.
Strangely, when it comes to preaching about these three institutions today, preachers enthusiastically address two of the three – the family and the church. They generally steer clear of government convinced it is “unbiblical” to get political in the pulpit.
The late Adrian Rogers often said, “God created the principle of human government and it is inconceivable that God would create government and then tell His people to stay out of it.”’

[Dan Fisher, Bringing Back The Black Robed Regiment]

There is a great book written by Dan Fisher that is largely unknown to most professing Christians. In this two-book compilation, Fisher explains in lurid detail, the participation of the preachers prior to and during, during our Revolutionary War. Many would preach from their pulpits with bibles and muskets present, and then go into the trenches to lead their very own congregants in throwing off what they understood to be a Godless tyranny. Most incurred a death sentence in doing so, as Britain’s king hated and feared the “Black robed regiment” for their leadership.
In these books, whole sermons are reproduced verbatim, and the detailed histories of many of these patriot preachers are told, and I wish we had them back in our time; we’ve never needed them more!
The quotes I collected from these two books fill up many pages in my computerized notes, and I’ve put two of them in my introduction, above. All of this leads me to ask several pertinent questions of American Christians today:

1. Why are the vast, very vast majority of today’s clergy so deathly afraid of preaching about the Christian’s obligation to participate in matters of civil government. Further,

2. When was the last time you heard a preacher publically talking about the subject of politics from the pulpit, other than vague illusions to it?

3. Why is it so very rare that preachers deal with our civil DUTY as Christian men and women to vote?

4. And finally, do we American Christians believe that God purposely placed us in this land, cleansed us from our sin and brought us into His family, just so we could abdicate our right and mandate ‘to rule’ on earth, to a bunch of heathen unbelievers? Is it any marvel why “politics” is ‘so dirty’. It should be obvious.
God told His people to ‘come out from among them’ in the sense of not participating in the sins and sinful lifestyles of the heathen around them, but He never indicated they were to leave planet earth up to their rule. Look where that has brought us?
We love to point our pious fingers at the filthy, dirty and ever increasing perversions we see in the ‘world’ around us, so carefully reported by the propaganda machine we call the media, but what we ought to be aware of is the four fingers pointing back at the absence of the church to step up to the plate and change it – and the most effective element of change is the venue of politics.
That’s just my opinion, of course, but ask yourself: Where did the American Church, the ‘Body of Christ on the earth’, go? Why is it weak, ineffective, and the laughingstock of many? Is that part of God’s plan? Really?! Here’s another question: Is prayer without action the same as faith without works?
We are victims because we have allowed it to be that way, and I have to wonder, is that the Bride, Jesus is supposed to be coming back for? He deserves better!
I’ve heard multiple figures for how many professing Christians didn’t even vote in the last election, arguably the most important election in our history, other than the ones before and during our Civil War in the 1860’s, but the number is in the tens of millions of registered voters. So what do you figure they were doing that Tuesday? My guess: watching God TV and hoping it would “just all go away”. It is shameful, and that’s way too nice!
We like to preach about our God-given “authority” and how the Holy Spirit empowers us from within, but I have to note: None of that makes any difference if all we want to do is sit in our so-called ‘churches’ and have country club meetings every Sunday.
If we don’t want to fill some political office, the least we can do is be a burr under the saddles of the heathen who are.
Perhaps it’s time to open the prison doors of our religious hearts and let the Holy Spirit go free!



The Order of Things

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 12:08

Even a cursory reading of the first chapters of Genesis give the reader ample evidence that God is an orderly Person. The creation is mute testimony of that fact, and we can clearly see that any rampant disorder translates to disaster, for disorder equates to rebellion.
Since we are a part God’s creation, and apparently the epitome of it, we too are subject to order, and we are expected to be in order with regard to the way we live and the way we relate to others, especially to God Himself. The problem? The problem with disorder usually occurs as we remain ignorant of it. Like a pile of dirty clothing in the middle of a room, it only becomes an issue when we finally “see” it. (my wife always helps me to “see” – one of her skills for sure!).
Disorder is one of mankind’s natural defaults ever since the Fall in the garden, and usually how we manage, or mismanage disorder becomes the way we live and view our lives. Bringing order out of chaos is one of God’s most notable characteristics. This is clearly seen in what happens in Genesis chapter one, right after it is stated, ‘the earth was without form and void.’ (Genesis 1:1), and immediately we see God’s Spirit bringing order out of the chaos. He will still do that, if we let Him.
It is no mystery that right before blessing, comes order. This is true within ourselves, our families, our workplaces and our churches. And it is no stretch to point out that one of the first things to happen when we seriously seek God for revival is the implementation of order in our own lives. It is not usually pleasant, but it is necessary.
As I stated earlier, disorder in all areas is not only our default position, but probably a cosmically recognized trademark of humanity. If advanced civilizations of Aliens really do exist, I’m sure they routinely talk about how disorganized and chaotic planet earth is. If not, I’d have to challenge just how ‘advanced’ their civilization is, for there can be no concrete advancement without it being laid on a foundation of order.
Nobody I’ve been in contact with recently has any real grasp of what “Revival” means in pragmatic terms. We use the word interchangeably with “(a) last great move of God”, etc., and their interchangeability perhaps testifies to our ignorance, but all of us want God to split open the heavens and come down and manifest His power.
The Apostle Paul told the Corinthians ‘ (his) speech and (his) preaching were not with persuasive words of human wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that (their) faith should not be in the wisdom of men but in the power of God. (1 Corinthians 2:4,5). And that to me, is revival, and it is usually preceded by the implementation of order. I might point out that only after Solomon’s temple was finished, i.e.: in order, did God fill it with His manifold presence, and I think that’s a divine, timeless pattern.
As we draw closer to God in our corporate quest for ‘revival’, I believe we should welcome His attention to detail in our lives, as He seeks to put us in order. There is no need to bend God’s arms in our prayers so He will relent and send it; He wants to do that more than we want it, and His Son wants to return. He is not holding back because He’s one whine short of providing His answer – He’s waiting on us.



TDS? No Mystery Indeed

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 16:03

Since the election of Donald Trump last November I’ve heard increasing media coverage of what is fast becoming a clinical term: TDS, or Trump Derangement Syndrome. At first, the term was humorous to me, as I viewed it as simply a way of poking fun at a bunch of sore losers, but it’s not so funny anymore, as violence of all shapes erupts across America.
This morning, as my wife and I were talking about spiritual matters, it came clear to me that what we’re calling TDS is simply the unleashing of the spirit of hatred across our land. It is obviously a spiritual issue, because no logic can now account for the depth of this derangement.
Worse, I believe that we are labeling it TDS in the light of Trump’s presidency, for now, but this spirit will focus on somebody and something else once Donald Trump passes from the scene in our country, as indeed, all men will eventually pass. Then what?
The devil knows the times, and he probably knows end-time prophecy better than any of us, since for him, end-time prophecy is intensely personal. For many of us, what we call end-times prophecy is anywhere from a slight interest to an obsession, but for him personally it is indeed the end of all things – forever. And as someone once stated, “Forever in the wrong place is a long time!”
The spirit of hatred, now out of Pandora’s Box, can not be put back into the box, and it must be dealt with spiritually to be effectively dealt with at all. What’s more, the spiritual must be augmented by a physical practicality, to make any difference in our present world system, and for spiritual beings like the Church should be full of, this struggle will continue unabated until the return of Jesus Christ.
Having said all that, I’m increasingly struck by how helpless the Church seems at this juncture in history, at least in America. We’re captivated by news headlines, immersed in the current societal plunge into depravity and exploited by lies on every front. We even struggle to be genuine with each other, even while we preach on the ‘unity of believers’. I wonder, have we even begun to fight this cosmic demonic tsunami in any way approaching reality?
As the Bitmoji label says, “The struggle is real”. When will we know it, accept it as it applies to every person, and begin to organize our army into an effective fighting unit? Only God can take us there, but He won’t take us there until we give up our Bystander Credentials and sign on as the real spiritual warriors we’ve been created to be. For…..
Once “TDS” has passed into ancient history, the hatred will still be loosed, for the targets may change but the spirit of hatred is not going away with our headlines. It is the manifestation of one of the devil’s last moves, and the Church united is the only real hope we have.



What If?

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 08:51

I have a humble job. On the surface, it doesn’t seem that earth shaking; I don’t have a podium to work from and I’m fairly certain I’m not reaching the nations. Some days I really do wonder if anything I do matters. Can you relate?
I work and I go to church. In between those activities I am at home. Pretty simple. I don’t have any time consuming hobbies or interests to speak of, and I pray when I get bored enough to stop eating. But this morning I had a random thought (warning: watch out for those!): What if this little life I’ve described is all there is for me?
At first I was saddened, thinking that so many of my dreams would remain unfulfilled, but then there was a second thought: “Perhaps this actually is my ‘ministry’”. Perhaps all this time, while I’ve been praying and waiting for the ‘glory cloud’ in my future to appear, I’ve been waiting for something I already have.
It’s a heart issue.
Everything I see and most of what I know and experience has to do with things that are impermanent. They’re all passing away, every one of them, including me, and they do more of it every day. The other day I saw some early morning jogger, and the thought occurred to me: “Just how important is it to go to hell healthy?” It’s all impermanent. And unless I can find a way to transcend the glaring impermanence all around me, what really matters?
It’s a heart issue.
In the very bowels of this impermanence, I need to find a way to focus my heart, soul, mind and energy, or what’s left of it, on something permanent. I need to attach the anchor of my spiritual person onto a rock of eternal value – something that will never decrease; something that will never suffer diminishment.
His name is Jesus, and He is strictly a heart issue. And He’s the One I serve when I get up before dawn to go to my humble job. He’s the One I cling to when I hear the voices tell me how unimportant my little life is, and how nothing I do really matters. Because whatever I do, no matter how seemingly insignificant at the time, if I am serving Him when I do it – guess what? It does matter, and it matters forever.
I am functioning in the very ministry Jesus gave me, but only if I do it for Him.



Self Esteem

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 06:39

“Ignorance has its own rewards.”

I used to take a certain amount of pride in debunking the topics du jour in our society, and one of the most visible was Self Esteem. I remember when the hippies (the real ones) were trying to “find themselves”, and I poked a lot of fun their way. I still think that many of them simply smoked themselves into comfortable delusions, but later in life, as I gradually lost my own way, I began to see things differently.
At some point in life, probably determined by our circumstances, we naturally begin to wonder how and where we fit into the universe. Simple questions like, “Why do I exist?”, haunt us with increasing frequency. Sadly, unless we get on to the right path, we do our own version of ‘smoking ourselves into comfortable delusions’, and often, one of the first hits we take is in the area of self esteem.
Boiled down, self esteem can’t be put in context if we focus on ourselves. Too many comfortable compromises will keep our understanding of it too flexible to pin down. Only as we first learn, and choose, to esteem God above all, will any true idea of self esteem be available to us. True self esteem can only rightly spring from God’s esteem of us, and not the other way around, and as we accept the fact that God chose us before we chose Him, only then will we acquire the right path to it.
Speaking candidly, I see myself as exceptionally unexceptional. That’s no way to acquire healthy self esteem. But when I accept the fact that God chose me, any avenue to negative self esteem closes off. Sure, we all fail God and ourselves, and if we’re honest we do it a lot, but the God Who chose us first never fails, never falters, never makes mistakes and best of all, is never surprised.
He is always better than we should be, but through Christ Who came in human flesh, not so removed that He cannot intimately identify with our weaknesses. Remember, knowing all about us before we ever knew about ourselves, God still chose us to belong to Him. We are chosen to be His special possessions. I don’t really understand the sense of that, but I don’t have to. What I do have to do is accept it as fact, otherwise I become a perpetual orphan contesting adoption because I feel I’m not good enough.
As imperfect as all of us are, and some more or less than others, we are all in the same boat, so to speak. Some ride in the bow, some ride in the stern and many ride in the middle, but we are all in the same boat. We row, He steers (if we let Him). The pilot always knows the way.
And as He esteems us, so should be esteem ourselves and each other.



It’s Not “Just A Job”

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 16:51

About an hour ago I was talking with an acquaintance and fielding some simple questions about my job. I’m not going to divulge the context except to say my friend was correct, within his own limits, when he stated, “After all, it’s only a job.” I totally understood (in “modern” parlance, “TOTALLY..”), but I took exception.
Sure, I’m doing a “job”, but for a Christian person, any job, no matter the scope or importance (or lack of importance), is a manifestation of how we serve Jesus Christ while we are on earth.
My friend meant no disrespect, but that said, I believe something should be said – especially since most of us professing Christians claim to know it already.
In 1985 it was my privilege to work with Overland Park Officer Deanna Rose. She died while still a rookie, by most accounts, but in my brief memory of her it would be difficult for me to find a young person with such a humble, serving character as Deanna, and today, thirty-three years later, it is even more rare.
Yes, it’s personal for me; you see, I would have been her closest backup on that midnight shift, and might very well have backed her just because I could – except it was my night off. I’m not saying I would have made a difference; I’ll never know, but if I had been with her on that routine traffic stop, I might have, and it haunts me to this day.
I can say this with complete conviction: If you carry a gun and are sworn to protect helpless people, and actually take the oath seriously, you’ve already potentially given up your life. Live with that! And in today’s ever increasingly violent world, for those so sworn there is no “end of shift”. And this is even more true for those who want to try it without a gun. In my opinion, you are more ignorant than brave, but that’s just my opinion.
I’m including a link I found on Google concerning the death of Officer Deanna Rose. To those millennials now trying to reach some kind of maturity while video-gaming, her name means either nothing at all or just a farmstead in Overland Park. With the link is a photo of Deanna, and that’s exactly how I remember her looking the night before she died.
In summing up I’ll say this: It’s a darned good thing that Jesus didn’t think of His role of Messiah as a “job”. If He had, He may have missed His own crucifixion due to having a night off.




Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 17:14

I’ve been told by those professing to know, that once Jesus has forgiven us our sins, we should have no more regrets, and I respectfully, but strongly disagree. It’s almost like saying that once we know how to row a boat, we should never have to remember how to swim. What I do agree with is that, and with many other things, regret should never rule us, but I’m not going to be afraid of it as long as it doesn’t.
There are infrequent times when I fall into regret. And for those brief moments it’s like falling into a hole that gets darker and darker. The healthy part of it is, I know it’s a brief trip, and there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I’ve already lived through most of today, and the waters have been calm, but a few minutes ago, as I was praying, I realized I missed my dog, and with the realization, regret flooded over me and I could feel myself break inside. I reminded God that He gave Max to me, and I asked Him to take care of him until we can be together again. I know, sounds pretty maudlin, but I’m just telling the truth without shame – can you identify?
Then I began to miss my mom and dad (and I’m thankful to know they’re with God right now), and I began to seriously regret how I took them both for granted, and in effect, rejected them for most of my life. And in fact, it was only after they both were gone that I realized what a lifelong jerk I had been to them…and I regret realizing that only after nothing of my history with them could be changed.
I remember with an unending awe how my mom and dad never, ever stopped loving me. Why, O why, was that so offensive to me at the time? And to this day I’ve never been able to understand their unquenchable love. They loved me just as God loves me…in spite of my glaring shortcomings and offenses without number – they just loved me, and I’m sure they still do. Only now, I have to ask God to be my mediator, and tell them how I finally realized what it must have cost them to never give up on me. Only Almighty God can create an adequate reward for that kind of love. And right now I’d give up all of my tomorrows to spend an afternoon with my mom and dad, all three of us playing with my dog!
You know, I think that without some healthy level of regret, it’s difficult to be grateful. It’s difficult to be grateful for the light unless you’ve lived too long in darkness. Jesus, of course, said it best: “He who is forgiven much, loves much.” But with no memory of the sting of regret, we risk undervaluing His forgiveness, and the incredible hope that can flood our souls with that knowledge.
I look back on the course and length of my life, and it is with a jolt that I realize I’m now an old man. My body has to lean on God’s incredible grace more every day just to make it into the next one. When I was much younger, and entrenched in my “jerk years”, I had this sense I was somehow entitled to a long life, but I’m proclaiming today what a lie that is! Better men than myself, through no fault of their own, never made it a full twenty five years. Life is a gift, and I sincerely hope whoever reads this understands the intensity I write that with, while they still can.
But thank God this world, as it now is, is passing away, and the longer we live the less reason we have to be firmly attached to it. I for one, want to play with my dog again, and laugh with my mom and dad.
They are, I suspect, among that ‘great cloud of witnesses’, and I’m proclaiming for all of heaven to hear – if I could be half the man my dad was while he was on the earth, I’ll finish well.
God bless you today – I hope you finish well too.



Always A Crossroads

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 12:44

Every new day I’m aware that once again I’m at a crossroads. In a broad sense, all of life is little more than a series of them, some large and imposing and some not so imposing, but I’ve learned that some of the smallest of these are the most important.
When I was eight years old I told my dad I would be living in Colorado someday. I’m sure he let the declaration pass without comment, but fifty years later I was living in Colorado. And during the interim, whenever mountains were mentioned I thought of Colorado. Other states have mountainous regions, but for me, only Colorado had “mountains”. And it, and they, were home to me for twelve years. But like life, and unbeknownst to me, only for a season.
When I moved to Colorado, I moved for the rest of my life. I remember stating that I would never go back east. I cursed the state of Kansas as it disappeared in my rear view mirror just as I had once cursed Missouri, and I welcomed Colorado with open arms and open heart. But after twelve short years, I was to learn a valuable lesson up close and personal: Home is where your heart is…and if it’s with Jesus, nothing else is permanent. Many of those living in the mountains call them “God’s country”, and I know what they mean, as the beauty is stunning. But mountains without God’s presence are only rock piles, and that was a painful revelation to me.
Several years ago, my wife and I made what appeared to be a rather insignificant decision when we decided to drive east and visit a church in Missouri, of all places. We had become spiritually empty, but we were holding out hope for a sumptuous meal to arrive at our Colorado church, and as we decided to make the trip, we did not see or guess God’s hand in it. We didn’t know how desperately hungry we really were until our visit! In fact, the church we visited was too good, and it ruined our desires for anything less. We had some interesting conversations on our way home after our visits, for the one visit quickly became habit forming.
I think God was telling us that He had a place for us in Missouri, but when He first began to make a way for us, we decided He just wanted us to relocate within Colorado. How silly of us to assume God’s plans were as unvisionary as our own! As we tried in vain to move within our home town, one door after another was slammed shut in our face, and the last one to slam was the door of our church. Finally we realized, although it took us both most of our lives to live in Colorado, it had moved out on us! It was no longer home! Crazier still, Missouri was! And that’s one of the short versions of how I ended up where I began, so many years ago.
One of the many lessons we’ve learned in all of this is that God is very much able to change our hearts if we’re willing to let Him do it. He’s not as rigid as we are; all of it is His property, after all. All of it is ‘God’s country’, but only if we allow it. Believe me, two years ago I never thought I’d be calling Missouri home in another million years, but I am! But for how long?
As His children, we have a holy obligation to let God be the boss. I’m home in Missouri as of today, but He’s the boss, not me, not us. The people in our church are much more of a family than any blood relatives. God chose them for us to be our family, and we have family obligations. And as we do our best to fulfill those obligations God considers it worship, for indeed, obedience is a practical form of worship. But for all of us, time is inhabited as a window, or a doorway. As someone once said, “Everything has a life span.”
There is a piece of my heart that will always be home in Colorado, but the rest of me is home where God has placed us. I don’t know where we’ll finish our days, but I’m confident that the Boss will see we finish on time and at the right place.
I still love the mountains, but the honeymoon is over, and like Moses, I can now say, “If you don’t go with us, we’re not going.”


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