5-9-2020 Lord, I should…

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD.

―Isaiah 55:8

Lord, I should be in Israel right now.

That could easily be my thought, but what is the basis for such a statement? Back at the end of 2019, You know that my wife and I committed to a plan for taking five additional travelers with us to the Land of Milk and Honey. We had prayed about and believed we had received confirmation that our plan was Your plan.

Enter the strange times of Covid19. Early on, we remained hopeful that everything would work out, because, after all, You had encouraged us on this path―we were sure of it! But events further unfolded, quarantines ensued, airlines cancelled flights, and the social-workings/economies of the world froze in time. And so, I am not in Israel right now.

I observed other travelers in similar circumstances who also were taken by surprise. Several in fact dared to travel to another country during the early onset of the viral spread and were sent packing after conditions rapidly changed. Others like us were refused the option to travel altogether and found themselves either reconciling their desires with Yours, or resenting the incursion of unwanted change to their arrangements.

Yes, in honesty, I was confused, Lord. Why build up our expectations when, with your Foreknowing, Omniscient abilities, You could have discouraged us from the start? Wouldn’t that have been the better plan?

How arrogant am I, that I should consider I know Your ways? Maybe by way of Your encouragement, our group has developed greater communion with one another. Maybe by way of Your smiling on our anticipation, prayers, and enthusiasm, we have found deeper relationship with You. Maybe, just maybe, all of what is happening is not completed―That, I should think, is the higher consideration. Maybe, no, certainly, in my heart and mind, I should realize You have future plans for us to consider.

Mmmm, this gets me to thinking that maybe I should not only consider my travel plans and inconveniences as being knit into Your tapestry, but all of the plans I have designed, all the aspects of my life, should be considered consequences of my will either coalescing with, or opposing Yours.

In this moment of consideration, I should not speculate on the positive or negative aspects of Your design, or on my reactions. I should not venture a guess as to where this all leads, who will benefit, who might not. Just as Your son did when called to, what I should try to do are the hardest things of all…submit and trust. That will even require me to accept that I should reexamine what it is that defines Your benefits. And then I should choose and be ready to receive an alternative calling from You, different from my selfish expectations.

I should try, Lord, to submit. I should struggle to trust. “Should”, and “Will”. Which will it be, Lord?

Help me…cause―just as the psalmist pleaded with You to cause―me to hear and respond to the words of Your lovingkindness. Help me to walk with others as we wrestle to discover humility in the moment, to understand and embrace Your ways.

And maybe, just maybe in my pursuit of deeper relationship and understanding with You and with others, I will be…

―Blessed and satisfied.

It should and, I pray, will be so,

Mark C.

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3-24-2020 From the Beginging

Know this, my beloved kin: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak...                                                   -James 1:19a

Lord I’ve been watching the unfolding of the Covin19 outbreak and people's responses, including my
own. People, including myself, appear to be in search of hope and answers. We all play out these
desires in our own ways, some positively base, others influenced more heavily by fear. As You have
inspired me to do in the past, I am inspired to blog and this is the challenge: What can I say and offer
that hasn’t already been said and offered?

I’m not a healthcare professional. I don’t have a political or practical slant offer. I have no unique
online donation cause to herald,  no extra toilet paper to put out on the auction block. What is it You
would have me say?

I do have some extra time right now. My job functions, like many have been curtailed, and I have
these writing skills. I’m even writing a book right now on listening skills and...oh, that’s the topic You
would want me to share? Listening. Right, I hear You loud and clear.

As I have been exploring the way we listen, I’ve come to realize most of us, when asked to share
“our story”, begin in the moment - what is happening right now. Some of us will reluctantly share
pieces of our past and hopes for our future, but few, even when encouraged, know how to begin
where it all began; from our first moments in time as best we can recall them, without retreating
straight back to the safety of our carefully crafted front-page news talking points.

It takes great practice. It takes great perseverance and honesty. 

As for those of you out there listening right now, like me you probably would struggle in asking
another person to share their origins, their creation story. And then, like me you would have as
difficult a time hearing the person out without interrupting and without trying to immediately infuse
your opinions and story into theirs.

It takes great practice. It takes great silence and humility.

I have been practicing and still need practice. So why not begin by listening to You, Lord? In
silence and humility. And in this way I am learning from Your example how to listen better to others.
You are teaching me even in this moment: You, my Savior have incredibly listened to my story with
the exact silence and humility You would teach to me.

I even have been inspired to share with others, in perseverance and honesty, how I have learned to
listen. It’s part of my story, Lord, so by Your urging, I’ll offer it now to any who would allow me to share.

UnMeasuring Relational Listening Method*

Find someone to listen to and ask this simple question: “Would you mind sharing with me your
origins―your story―from your perspective?”

• Shut up: Let the person talk as long as they want. 
• Hearing Check Summary: “So what I hear you saying is… (you are…; you were…;

you are becoming…”

• Avoid adverbs such as “think, believe, like, hate”. 
• Shut up: Let the person respond as long as they want. 

When the Story-creator is through…

• Thank them sincerely for openly sharing. 
• DO NOT offer suggestions of things they should or might do differently.

Be prepared to offer your story (only if invited to share). Explain that you would appreciate
their listening without interruption, doing a Hearing Check and not offering any opinions for
change (just as you modeled for them).

If they do not want to hear your story, or insist in offering opinions/manipulation of your story;
thank them and politely end the encounter. Don’t be offended, this is an unusual relational approach
that some are just not ready to try.

*Alert – this is going to take practice and patience. You will most likely not “get it right”

the first few times around. The only way to get it right is to keep trying to get it right!

It is not an easy thing to do. It is the most serious of ventures; entering into life’s confession with
hopes of discovering commonality and trust through relationship. But it is one of the truest things to
do, and in this moment of struggle that the whole world is sharing, Your word, Your story tells me
that my sharing is the right thing to do. 

For some of us, this may be the first opportunity for our story to be heard, and for us to hear other’s
stories. For some of us, a sad reality is this may be the last opportunity to have our story heard and
to seek community by hearing the stories of others.

Whatever the case, Jesus, my Lord and Listener, I pray You give me and any who are seeking, the
desire and the conviction to listen and share as You did and are; as a partner in a lifetime of eternal
hope.

Shema,

Mark C.

2-5-2020 Still, Deep Within

Still, Deep Within

In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for You alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. ― Psa_4:8

Before I reveal my thoughts, I ask for Your covering and counsel, Holy Spirit, Your forgiving grace, Lord Jesus and Your completing Love, Father God―not only for me, but for anyone who reads the following words. It is not because of the language that I proceed in sober prayer and caution, but because You have shared two things with me this night that I am afraid may resonate too deeply with my family, friends and community: One lesson is of terrible emptiness that strips me naked before You. The other is one that has filled me with brilliant hopeful light. I pray for all of humankind; that we each in our own hearts and minds discover by the darkness revealed herein, the embrace of Your illuminated presence:

Lord, I have awoken from a most sinister of dreams. In it I found pleasure in an act of selfishness that meant nothing to anyone, but me. In it, my needs alone were satisfied. There is no purpose in playing out the details―No harm came from the cinema. Because my imagination was the only participant, no others were affected, it was a dream. It could hardly be helped…except―

Afterward, You spoke to me in the night. I know it was You because it was so clear…purifying in its searing revelation. I immediately recognized with palatable fear; I had been able in the privacy of my innermost thoughts to self-justify my needs without consulting You.

Now in my epiphany, I realize that David and Paul were most certainly right. “Not one is righteous, no not one”, certainly not me. Paul took it a step further in Romans 7 when he confessed…bared his wounded soul, 

“So I find it to be a law that when I want to do right, evil lies close at hand…

Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?”

Hard words: My self-called “innocent dreams” may actually be the truest things that convict me. I pray that my fellow men and women don’t have such inner struggles…but I have my suspicions that I

 am not alone in this battle.

I have discovered that I might blame a being named Satan for tormenting me. I might pontificate about demons and unholy spirits who taunt me into willful acts against my Creator. But there is a more malevolent culprit at play. I need look no further than to my closest associate whom I have known both as my good friend and most vile enemy―it is me, myself and I who imagines, and in my fantasies may create seemingly harmless thoughts that can lead eventually to detestable actions…

―The darkest sin is that which pleases only me, but means something only to You, my Lord.

Surely I might say the night is dark and overwhelms me, but Psalm 139 instructs me that, “to You the dark is light, the night is as day to You”. And there You are: Waiting. I am in the shadows, but I can sense Your teaching, even in the murkiest realms. You remind me of another Psalm, number 4 where I read that I should lay down in peace to rest and sleep, for You alone Lord, make me to dwell in safety…safety from the comic powers in this present darkness, from the spiritual forces in the heavenly places from my enemies―especially from he who can choose to be my good friend or my greatest enemy. Is it me? Is that most of all whom you protect me from, make me safe against?  

In the darkness, how am I to know? Not all my dreams are such. Many are great and creatively borne from the fearfully and wonderfully made being You fashioned me to be. This particular twilight invention is one of few that has fire-alarmed me from slumber. The fault is not of the dreams per se or the gift of imagination which You have generously and beautifully provided within me. What provoked my jolt to reality was the revealing of this particular evening’s content. This specific awareness I am convinced, was infilled from a greater Spirit; one that persistently and constantly counsels with concern for my well-being―if only I will be alert to it. I tremble only because of the experience of my past, of my not acknowledging that Powerful Correcting Presence…You; I am reminded of it because of the Word I have ingested; I sense it because of our current fellowship. And You help me to remember…

―It is not always the song that wakes, but often the cry.

In the darkness that is light to You, I can somehow see Your arms outstretched, wanting only my confession which I now give. I am so sorry my Lord; for still after all our time together, even my simplest thoughts can work to separate us!

You desire only my repentance so that we can continue our walk together through life. In the moment of my complete brokenness―my admittance that I need You as my God above all other gods, pleasures, and self-desires―You forgive and incredibly teach me.

And so I turn once again toward You. I praise You for the incredible ability by Your sacrifice―having destroyed my sin―to dwell safely with You. By the discovery of my temped self revealed by the Spirit of  my loving Father, confessed as honestly as I am able, repented of in hope that never again I will have to consider my actions to be against Your will; I am now free to become more like you than I was before, Lord Jesus.

Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts!

And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting!

                                                                                                                ―Psalm 139:23-24

My darkness is made light by You. My night is as day.―

Mark C.

11-22-2019 Confessions of Thanks

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

―Psalm 139:13-16

Lord, I confess…

―Strange and very personal words―at least they should be. And what do they really suggest? Do I really believe that You, the Master of the universe will take time to hear my outpouring of honest betrayal to You? In my heart of hearts, do I even think that I have or am capable in the present and future of wronging our relationship by some action or inaction on my part?

Teacher, I can’t speak on anyone else’s behalf, but I am amazed at how Your scriptural examples acknowledge a greater audience than just me. You inspired Your spiritual scribes in the books of Ruth and Samuel, to outline exactly how the relationship You do and do not want with Your chosen ones should be framed.

Ruth pledges to live or die where Naomi lives or dies, submitting to the will of another. Samuel does the same in his relationship with You. Saul on the other hand does what I have been guilty of, charging ahead under his own self-made-man assumptions, thinking You will approve and assuming You will repair any wrongdoing on his part.

You repair alright…along with some loving reprimands. I remember a time when I purchased a motorcycle, thinking it would be a great vehicle for my wife and me to use to explore the country-side. And it was! It wasn’t until years later, when I had a serious accident, that I came to realize Your “hand” had been upon me in those early days―to protect us. I have since looked back on other examples where I displayed lesser abilities maneuvering on two-wheels. Now I conclude that I could have easily inflicted great damage to my beautiful bride, rather than providing the pleasure-ride of the moment.

Looking back and looking forward―You teach me to consider a greater-good above the immediacy of my own gratification. Healer, there are many more moments that I can point to. Moments of not seeking for Your will to be done and not waiting on Your wise counsel. Or asking of, then impatiently ignoring You: presuming that if You don't answer immediately or that You will not answer at all, that I'm on the right track.  I have also been guilty of assuming Your answer will never be immediate (so why bother asking in the moment?). And being a walking, talking contradiction, In some instances, I’ve even rationalized that You are liable to respond in the moment. In those cases I don't ask at all, fearing Your answer might be something I don't want to hear or submit to.

You are familiar with all of my “moments”―sadly even the ones still to come―when I skirt or manipulate Your will in trade for my own desire. Again back to Samuel’s account and a boy-king named David. He too wanted to please you. Unlike Saul, he sought and waited on Your approval of his intended actions…for the most part. Like me, he too sometimes self-justified his plans, thinking You would overlook an occasional indiscretion, even adultery, and murder.

So like Saul, am I to be condemned by my prideful view, or as David, am I redeemable from my indulgences?  My heart (and my prayers) fall to the later. Your grace and mercy are evident. Am I willing to recognize those blessings at any given moment, soberly alert and waiting for You to reveal your truth immediately or down the road? Will that help me avoid future spiritual conflict? I pray so in the short and the long-term.

Lord I repent…

―Or rather I hope to, I intend to, Master, that’s the plan. Help me with that plan, please. Forgive my selfish risk-taking, putting others at risk by justifying my own capabilities without first asking, then sufficiently waiting on You, or asking, then making up an answer I want you to respond with rather than be As we prepare to return to Israel, I am becoming more anxious to be right in Your sight. I’m convinced that my conviction is of Your doing, Your Spirit’s prodding. I praise You not for my attempts, but for Your forgiveness and empowerment in my weak moments of waiting.

And that brings up a final confession, Lord. In this Thanksgiving and Christmas season, this waiting…Advent―moment, I struggle with how to respond. I have no worthy gift to offer.  I want to recognize You, rely on You, and not forget what You have done, are doing and will do. I have failed on my own and will continue to fail on my own. So all I can do is ask for one more gift from You―possibly a dangerous gift in its unfolding. I am saved by You and I will be saved by You. There is no other greater gift than Your ultimate act of love. But will You please walk with me through my selfish moments and guide me in my repentance, reminding me of these words when I am once again tempted to choose my will over waiting on Yours?

Offered in reverence of You who knitted me together,

Mark C.

9-10-2019 All Hands On Deck

Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world.

Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

―John 8:12

What a summer it has been, Lord. I embrace the concept of Labor Day and its observance, but I hadn’t considered the concept of Labor Year!

You, of course, have walked with me, even spiritually carrying me in some cases through the whole journey as I decided early in the spring to tear out and replace the rotted and highly unstable top of the wooden deck attached to the second story of our house. Then to build a porch beneath the structure (which) required the expense and effort of making the above deck watertight.

I performed most of said labor, squeezing in time balanced with my regular job/domestic responsibilities, and honestly Lord; I didn’t know I had it in me. Friends did join in when asked (thank you especially, Mr. Jolly) and I quickly realized how blessed I am by those who were willing to sweat and toil alongside me.

Four months and 40 pounds of lost weight later, several epiphanies have surfaced.

First, you Jesus, having been a tekton during your physical life on earth, toiled in this manner beyond anything of which I’m capable. Yet you devoted additional time, even after your craftsman efforts, to serve and minister to others. I on the other hand, was worn out by my physical efforts and devoted far less time to service opportunities. The comparison again lends opportunity for awe at your dedication in your choice of sacrifice on behalf of me and the rest of humanity.

Second, I find now that the endeavor is nearly completed, that I could easily become consumed by said efforts and let myself be defined by what I have accomplished. The truth is, I am not the “Deck Guy”. I am the “follower guy”. My work is not who I am, only a result of what I believe. I find the reminder that you inspire and convict me to pursue elevated goals to be a reason to praise you even more. You do not ask for me to perform at unobtainable levels and you are there as the example of what can be done by the power and given authority of God.

And then there is epiphany three―the key of trust. I realize that if I prepare first in prayer; seeking through scripture and wise counsel, your will Father―in you Jesus, by The Spirit, I can do all things. Braggadocios? Not if I truly aspire to epiphany number two. Were there times along the way that I was depressed, discouraged, wondering why and how I became immersed in what seemed an un-accomplishable aspiration? You know there were and you whispered encouragement all along the way, even when others shook their heads in amazement at my seemingly insane behavior.

 

Maybe there is another lesson for all of us bound by our physical and mental efforts on this planet, my King. Even when all of life looks less than hopeful (dare I say hopeless?), you are available to give confidence, to offer insight and wisdom, to instill the spirit of faith as long as we look to the light of your example and keep an eye on the path you have paved.

New projects and challenges now shimmer on the horizon. Facilitating another trip to Israel next year looms as a big one. I am tempted again to shake my head in the weakness of my belief that it can happen. So many obstacles, so little preparation time, so many more sojourners desired to join us in the venture. But you have taught me again that the tearing down of my doubt and the rebuilding of my deck of faith, supported by your incredible foundation: will see it (and me) through.

Thank you, again and always, Lord for being my inspiration, my leader and especially my Savior. I have discovered again in the exertion, just how small I am and how large is your love, desire and ability to see my work and fellowship through to completion in you.

I pray it may it always be so,

Mark C.

7/26/2019 Listening For Redemption

Know this, my beloved kin: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger;

for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God. ―James 1:19-20

I have been wondering why you, Lord gave this old guy the motivation and the endurance to take on a massive house renovation project during the summer months. I know there is a financial issue, that’s the simple one―much less costly to do it myself. And I am grateful I have the necessary abilities and resources. I have you, some very dedicated friends and skills passed down over the years to me by my father and other craftsmen to thank for that. Still, there has been something else―that persistent whispering in the back of my mind―Your Spirit. I know well its cadence and the difference of His character as compared to the other mumblings in my psyche―encouraging me forward on this project. What is it that makes this so pressing in the “now”?

I understand that the answer is always more complex with You than just one purpose. Your shaping in my life, Your causing of circumstances, always points to a greater design for me and for Your creation-community to which I am interwoven. I know that as we prepare for our trip next May back to Israel, You have been compelling me to get “my house” in order. I had been thinking this meant financial order and also organizing the many coordinated workings of such a trip. But could it also mean I need some additional internal Spiritual house-ordering? Of course, but what does that really mean? What new seed have You been trying so diligently to plant into my soil?

As I sweat and toil, I’m reminded of how You seem to best reach me; while I am fully engaged in some challenging exertion, whether physical or mental. It is in those moments of high focus that you till and prepare me for the fruit you desire to be borne out. And so it is proven out once more.

I have been thinking a lot about the post-modern era in which I now exist―a place where opinion does not often relate to a greater proven truth, especially Your greater Truth. Now our philosophies and ideologies have become the highborn product of the individual’s self-centered relativism. We appear only concerned with the cause of the moment―social, environmental or political―rather than the impact of our actions upon others. My cause over other’s cause, over Your cause, Lord? What has happened to us and what is the alternative?

Over the years I have learned a lot about listening. Not only how difficult true listening is, but also how challenging it is not to “agendize” what I learn in the listening process. I have the tendency to cleverly re-define the humble sharing of someone else’s shared story by twisting their words to fit my narrative. We all do it. A friend who insists that he only desires to hear another’s origins without biased, let drop his conviction that he believes there is no hell. Fine, I heard his statement without comment…yet, he interjected, “who in the world would believe in such a place?”

And by his statement, innocent or otherwise, he had disparaged a critical component of my origin-story, even though he had listened many times to my personal history―my journey in discovery of a need for a Redeemer to save me from being consumed by the trappings of a fallen world.

Like my friend, I believe I’ve gotten better at listening and observing, but still I struggle with outcome based listening rather than truly meeting people where they are, learning to accurately feed-back the foundational substance of a person’s biography, sharing my personal experience only when asked to and only when the other participant is also prepared to listen in like manner―sincerely wanting to learn of the other’s shaping rather that shape the other’s learning.

Naïve, Lord? Can I possibly meet someone where they are, not where I want them to be; listen without forming an opinion or response while still in the act of listening? Sure, I understand. Such an exercise is the beginning of relationship. Our stories do not stop until our last breath, nor are the stories only individual. The moment two encounter one another, You are already creating a new path for them to walk together. But I am prone to dismiss the first part of the encounter, thinking the second part is more important. I keep forgetting that the second part, a growing trust relationship, cannot happen without first, the willingness to be vulnerable with another human being.

And that begs the real question regarding how you are preparing me for redemption? Can it be that You desire I, and my fellow human beings to learn first the origins of redemption in Your story? If I fail to listen to how You came to create us for love, only to have us regularly reject that love; if I refuse to hear Your calling for me to love others as You love us; if I cannot accept the flaw of my own rebellion―counting my will as supreme over Yours; than where is the hope for a better world condition? Certainly not in the continued popular culture initiatives we humans contrive.

What proof of the collapse of listening fundamentals do I have? Lord the headlines of the world tell it all.

I look at my own house redemption project, differently now. As I struggle to refurbish, cleanup and create a better foundation for the homestead with which You have blessed me, I now am also trying to view each board, screw, and joint as a metaphorical example of how my relationships with You and Your children also demand the same care and attention. Hmm, perhaps I’m being prepared for some new housebuilding, in the form of listening to Your story, through Your childrens’ stories here in my community as well as in the land of Your chosen people.]

Help me Lord to be practiced to the task, whatever that might be. Let me respond by quieting my own noisy opinionated will and cause me to hear Your will correctly, by reflecting Your redemptive desire for relationship with others.

Shema

Mark C.

6-9-2019 Critique of the Critiquers

I was at an Authors Event, where various writers, including me, sat on panels to answer audience questions regarding our craft. There was a woman, also a writer in the room who raised her hand when we discussed the concept of Christian content.

“Do Christians ever write books of criticism on Christianity?” was her question.

The tenor of the inquiry suggested she was not a follower of you, Messiah, and that perhaps she had an axe to grind. Regardless, I appreciated both her courage to ask and wondered at the origins of the query. The panel encouraged that yes, Christian writers throughout history have and still do hold up the harsh light of opinion upon the church. For good reason too―we do not often enough follow your perfect example in our daily walk. There are countless commentaries on faith serving to point us toward honest reflection and correction, but do we countlessly seek agreement as suggested by chapters and verses in the book we are so apt to criticize. Thank you again for grace in the struggle of our minds, Jesus, but I pray toward more defense of the complete work, rather than division.

And under the guidance of that hunger, I wanted to reach out to the searching soul who was brave enough to offer the question on her heart to the room we shared. I perceived that the immediate answers our panel had offered were not quite satisfactory to her wondering. So, after the discussion, I approached her and learned that indeed she had had a negative experience in her formative years with some proclaimed Christian group. Whether by their instruction to her, or by her perception, she felt judged; not by your Word, but by her peers.

I was saddened on reflection. First, because it didn’t need to be that way; their choices and hers led to a parting instead of an invitation to learn and grow together. Lord, I totally get the “resistance factor”, wanting my ways as they are now, to be your ways. That’s where you met me and changed me. But at some point I had to become something I hadn’t considered attractive; I had to become submissive to another’s…your thoughts, your instruction which was not in sync with my thoughts and direction.

At that turning point, I started realizing I was the “issue”, not your plan. Now, I was observing a young woman who, like me did not seem to understand the very essence of your conviction on us. We are by nature critiquers. The tricky road being of course that the world (as evidenced by this woman’s position) seems to expect me to criticize you when in fact it is me and all of us in need of correction. But that means we all have to join together, standing before the mirror of your measuring―a very uncomfortable place to be…at least initially.

Yet, there is help to be had in the effort to shift direction. On this day in that room, you stepped in, Spirit. While I was later talking one-on-one with the questioner, another man walked up to us and introduced himself as a recent joiner of the faith. His amazing confession? “It took me until I was 60 plus years old to realize I was the one getting in the way of my belief in a loving Savior.”

Wow. He went on to explain that he was an engineer who recently visited a congregation with his son. The pastor presented a position diametrically opposed to this man’s belief, so he came back to confront and work out the disagreement (oh, this sounds so familiar, Lord). In that conflict the man discovered Truth; not his, not the pastor’s, but yours, Teacher) and in that moment, the new man was born.

Any additional words I might have offered to underscore his witness would have been pointless. He had just reduced commentary to a simple equation already clearly offered in the writings of your servant, James:

But he gives more grace. Therefore it says, “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.” Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Be wretched and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will stir within you and lift you up.

I still pray for the woman’s struggle, Lord, as I pray for my own ongoing resistance to be wiped clean. AS my new found friend in the faith beautifully portrayed, it is not as simple as asking you to improve me, but is more my willingness in humility to be improved. Let that be the condition we all seek, in your name, Jesus, perfecter of our faith.

Thank you, Lord, again, for teaching and loving your people toward a closer walk with you.

―It is so.

Mark C.