Archive for October, 2014

Lukewarm Coffee

October 30, 2014

I detest lukewarm coffee. I like it hot. That’s how it’s supposed to be when I drink it. Thank God for microwaves. It’s not unusual for me to reheat my one cup of coffee several times before I finish. I want it hot to the last drop.

God also detests lukewarmness. He prefers that we are either hot or cold. If we’re lukewarm or indifferent, showing little zeal, He will spit us out of His mouth. (Revelation 3:16) I want to stay “hot” for God until my last breath. It’ easy to run out of steam. That’s why so many marriages are mediocre because it takes intentionality, focus, and hard work to keep the flames burning.

I’ve often thought that if I were married I’d want to be able to say that each year my love for my spouse intensified, not diminished. That’s my cousin Rhonda’s testimony. She’s been married for more than 30 years and by her actions and words, it’s obvious that her love for her husband, James, is stronger than it’s ever been. They act like newlyweds. They are great models.

My goal? That my love for God would thrive until I see His face. I’ve joyfully served Him practically all of my life. No regrets. It’s the most loving, gratifying relationship I could ever imagine. May He never call me “lukewarm.”

Childlike Faith

October 12, 2014

What are we to do with our secret longings and desires? Offer them to God. He knows about them already but He relishes a relationship where we come to Him about everything: career, kids, cares.

I developed this habit as a child. My mother had told me I could talk to God about anything and I believed her. I would soon enroll in kindergarten, but I had a dilemma. I had a growth next to my left ear (keloid like) that appeared after my bout with chicken pox. It was removed surgically, but returned noticeable larger.

I can’t start kindergarten with this growth on my face, I said to myself. So I began to pray and pray and pray asking God to remove it. Every minister I heard on the radio who prayed, I put my hand there as a sign of contact and belief that God was hearing my prayer. I had faith that God would heal me before I started school. He did. The round growth flattened out smoothly into my skin, barely noticeable.

I can never forget this first experience of God answering my prayer as a 4 or 5 year old. He has not stopped, neither has my habit of going to Him about everything.

What concerns you, concerns your Heavenly Father. You matter to Him. Pour your heart out. Take every complaint and care to Him. He can handle it and do the Miraculous.