Heroes, part 1

Hebrews 12:1-2, "Therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us. Let us run with endurance the race that lies before us, 2 keeping our eyes on Jesus,[a] the source and perfecter[b] of our faith, who for the joy that lay before Him[c] endured a cross and despised the shame and has sat down at the right hand of God’s throne." HCSB

I was reminiscing with an old friend tonight about those who have traveled the road before us and still inspire us to remain faithful today. The people who are the large cloud of witnesses. 

One of my heroes was his grandmother. It was just after I turned 11 that I met her. My dad had just become a pastor of a new church, her church. I was an awkward preteen, made more awkward by my disability. She was a bent-over elderly lady with gnarled, deformed fingers and feet. Every movement was hard for her. And then, I saw her face. Her face was love. There is no other way to describe her. It was beautiful as it glowed with Christ's love. She knew pain and the frustration of a body that would not do what she wanted. She understood me in ways others couldn't. 

Grandma Y still inspires me today and has been a part of shaping who I am. She never preached, but encouraged. Every conversation pointed us back to Christ, but in a way that made you want to know Him the way she did. She spent hours in communion with him, was a prayer warrior, and it showed. She loved fiercely. She gave freely. She gave all. She reminds me of the widow in Mark 12 who gave all she had. 

She was weak, yet one of the strongest women I know. God used her weakness. 

As an adult, her spirit and faith mean even more as my body begins to fail. She made me realize that no matter our circumstances, God can use us. It is Him, not us. 

It makes me ponder, "Will I be one of the faithful ones for those coming after to follow, to see Christ? Will they see love and joy on my face?"

In the coming weeks, I hope to share more of the heroes who have gone before showing me the way to Christ.

Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)

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From My Window

Recently, I joined a facebook group that has people posting what they see from their window during the prolonged quarantine.

The world has changed in the past few months as many were isolated. My world had changed about six months prior as isolation was the only way to retain health. Over this time period, I have gone through the range of emotions and struggled to trust and accept what my life is, what my life will be moving forward.

And so, as I write this, I watch the world go by from my window.

From my window, I see the families out walking. They are young, old, all shades of skin, all walks of life. They carry their own burdens. They need our Father. And so... watching from my window, I pray for these neighbors.

From my window, I see God's grace.

From my window, I see joy and pain.

From my window, I see His blessings in the glorious sunshine and flowers and green. I see the birds and squirrels enjoying the feeder.

From my window, I see the rain, wind, hail and storms.

From my window, I see family and friends.

From my window, I see a glimpse of God's heart. He sees the heartache that I sometimes witness on faces as they pass. His heart weeps for the brokenness of this world. He loves this world so much that He came to rescue it.

From my window, I watch... waiting in anticipation for Him to return. It seems by recent events that it may be soon.

My world seemed to shrink last September, and yet, I believe it expanded!

What do you see from your window?