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Sting

God raises the level of the impossible. ~ Corrie ten Boom
 
“Because a loveless world,” said Jesus, “is a sightless world. If anyone loves me, he will carefully keep my word and my Father will love him—we’ll move right into the neighborhood! Not loving me means not keeping my words. The message you are hearing isn’t mine. It’s the message of the Father who sent me.
                                                                     ~ John 14:23
 
     A situation occurred yesterday that challenged me. Like a paper cut it came unexpected and cut nearly painlessly.  And then the sting. My eyes welled up, and though I did not cry, then came the second strike. The circumstances were not as important as my response to them. I sat and listened, heard the words that would connect the speaker to God, and felt the sting still. 
Little by little I understood the meaning of the phrase, “heap ashes upon their head.”  (These words from Solomon: 21 If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat; And if he is thirsty, give him water to drink; 22For you will heap burning coals on his head, And the LORD will reward you. ” Proverbs 25:22.) I was as kind as possible, even kicked it up a notch.
     I do not consider the person my enemy, but I desperately wanted to rise above the situation.  While the rest of the day went well, the sting remained upon every encounter, but I did my best to keep rising.  Sainthood not claimed, the remainder of the day was filled with wonderful conversation and tasks completed.
     Indeed, God raised the level of the impossible.
     Every day people come into our lives. We get to know them, we may even grow to love them, and then the hurt. I cannot speak for you, but I know that my words have hurt others.  I have seen my family recount situations with great accuracy about the sting I delivered.
    Today, I want to be a honey bee, not a yellow jacket.
 
      Lord, let my words build up, not tear down.
Because of Him,
Linda
 
Words- Hawk Nelson
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Fix My Eyes

Faith is like radar that sees through the fog — the reality of things at a distance that the human eye cannot see.” 
      ~ Corrie ten Boom
 
God didn’t set us up for an angry rejection but for salvation by our Master, Jesus Christ. He died for us, a death that triggered life. Whether we’re awake with the living or asleep with the dead, we’re alive with him! So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it.
~ 1 Thessalonians 5:9-11
 
     It is so easy to tear down. So easy.  Before 2010, I had never heard the word snarky.
snark·y
ˈsnärkē/
adjective

NORTH AMERICANinformal
  1. (of a person, words, or a mood) sharply critical; cutting; snide.
    “the kid who makes snarky remarks in class”
    • cranky; irritable.
      “Bobby’s always a bit snarky before his nap”
    Since then, it is close to replacing “sarcasm” as a way of life, at least where I live.  It is so easy to grab a gavel and judge, point that finger and pontificate, shake one’s head in disgust and forget to pray.
          Where we are now in the world, we cannot afford anything but to pray.  Build up, vocalize that word of affirmation, that compliment.  It is important to build up those in the body of Christ.  Sometimes we are the only thing standing in the gap between life and death.  No matter what front we are on, standing together in Christ is integral and more important than any other way one can stand.  Jesus has to fill us up, wash our core, be our core so that He is the lens through which we see, hear and speak.  In HIM we live and move and have our being.  How can we afford anything else but to build up the body of which Jesus is the head?
     Today, use your faith radar to see, to hear, and to speak.  Build up another believer, or the one that God prompts you to build up.
 
Fix My Eyes
 
     Lord, help me to accept praise in the light of your word, help me to give praise, encouragement according to your love. Keep my faith radar in working order, that I may use it for your glory.
     Because of Him,
     Linda

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I Will Follow Him

Oh, my friend, it’s not what they take away from you that counts. It’s what you do with what you have left. 

 
     ~Hubert Humphrey
 
I will praise you with an upright heart
as I learn your righteous laws. 
 
    ~ Psalm 119:7
 
And along that road,  there is inevitably a place where something is taken from you.  It could be anything, an actual theft, an attack, a severing of a relationship, a closed door.  No matter what is taken, we have something left. 
 
  Corrie Ten Boom  suffered in a concentration camp until the end of the second world war.  She (and her family as well) was imprisoned for concealing Jews in her home.  She and her sister Betsie were able to be together through much of the internment and there are many testimonies that come out of that part of their lives. One that really moves me every time happened many years after she left the camp.
 
Corrie was in a church speaking about God’s forgiveness when she saw a man she recognized making his way to the front of the room.  She knew that he was one of the prison guards at Ravensbruck.  As he came forward she questioned the Lord as to how she could forgive him.  He did not recognize her, but he came to tell her that he was now a Christian and was living in God’s forgiveness.  Her words are much better for what happened next: 
 
“And I stood there — I whose sins had every day to be forgiven — and could not. Betsie had died in that place — could he erase her slow terrible death simply for the asking?

It could not have been many seconds that he stood there, hand held out, but to me it seemed hours as I wrestled with the most difficult thing I had ever had to do.

For I had to do it — I knew that. The message that God forgives has a prior condition: that we forgive those who have injured us. “If you do not forgive men their trespasses,” Jesus says, “neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses.” …

And still I stood there with the coldness clutching my heart. But forgiveness is not an emotion — I knew that too. Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart. “Jesus, help me!” I prayed silently. “I can lift my hand, I can do that much. You supply the feeling.”

And so woodenly, mechanically, I thrust my hand into the one stretched out to me. And as I did, an incredible thing took place. The current started in my shoulder, raced down my arm, sprang into our joined hands. And then this healing warmth seemed to flood my whole being, bringing tears to my eyes.

“I forgive you, brother!” I cried. “With all my heart!”

For a long moment we grasped each other’s hands, the former guard and the former prisoner. I had never known God’s love so intensely as I did then.”

What have you lost? What do you have left?  If you cannot forgive, ask God to do it for you, through you.  If you cannot see the uses of what you have left, ask God to reveal it to you.  And then, follow Him.

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I Will Follow Him – Sister Act!

Because of Him,

Linda

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Precious Neighbors

The measure of a life, after all is not its duration, but its donation.

     Corrie Ten Boom, 1892-1983
     Dutch Evangelist, Writer
 
 
10 In this is love, not that we loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the atoning sacrifice for our sins.
 
     I John 4:10
 
     I have precious neighbors.  I don’t know any of them as well as I should, I guess being a teacher has made me a bit distant.  Recently one of my neighbors lost his father.  It had been a rough week in the north east already, with the blizzard our latest challenge.  The odd thing was, I thought he was away, as I did not see his car in the driveway.  As the weekend began to unfold, I learned that his dad was in the hospital and that death was imminent.  The blizzard hit, his dad passed away and “R” and his sister stayed with their mom for several days to help.
 
     Across town in my neighborhood folks slowly  began to dig out.  Our snowblower died last season and we had not replaced it as of yet.  My younger daughter, my husband and myself began to carve a path from the back stairs.  All the other neighbors were happily blowing snow and moving to each others’ driveways, helping out.  About an hour or so into the job, I realized that the three of us were not good candidates to continue. I called my neighbor and asked if their son could snowblow what remained of our driveway.  Sure, she replied, but he has to dig out his grandmother first.  Mind you, the whole family is in the beginning of grieving, but their way of working through it was literally that.  
 
     Eventually, “G” (the youngest son) came over and began to work at the other side of our driveway. His brother joined his for a stint, then  G and my husband continued the job to its conclusion.  Maybe I am getting the days mixed up at this point, but after that, the family went up the street to physically dig out another neighbor.  Dad returned home and they continued their grieving as a unit.
     The week continued to challenge me, and we missed the first session of the wake by over an hour.  The attendant let us sign the book, but he was less than gracious.  We returned for the evening session and read a wonderful tribute to our neighbor’s dad.  The funny thing is, it could have been written about any of them, R’s wife, his sons C and G or himself.
     Their lives are lives of constant service, caring, faith.  I have known my neighbor’s wife for what seems a lifetime as my mom was her Girl Scout leader.  She is special to me and our families share a long history.  When I looked out my door that day to she and her family walking up the street, I did not see their earthly face, I saw the face of Jesus in every one.
Today, look for Jesus in your neighbor.
Because of Him,
Linda

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Separated

If God sends us on stony paths, He provides strong shoes.

Corrie Ten Book, 1892-1983

 

“But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons.” 

Galatians 4:4-5 ESV

 

We have a picture that came from Italy.  Someone in my mother’s family acquired or painted it.  It features a beautifully painted dog.  It must be a relative or a friend of the family. The painting is set in a beautiful gold frame, very ornate.  On the back is a photo of the dog and a person…the subjects of the boat.  I wondered about it but my mom passed away before I could get the details.  Recently, I went to Arizona to visit my aunt and saw a large porcelain pot…same dog!  These pieces obviously belong together.  They are separated by some distance and for them to be together will require a death.

Just like my will and my tongue.

Today, keep watch on this faithless member so easily beset (James 3:8),  face the words you have let fly that don’t match what you had hoped for.  We are redeemed.

Because of Him,

Linda

 

Because of Him

Linda 

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