All in Discipleship

Pass It On

My middle grandson is captain of his basketball team at Abilene Christian this year. In the summer Cade was sent to a Christian basketball camp for leadership in Ohio. One of the fun drills I saw on Facebook was to distinguish between famous sayings by NBA greats and Bible quotes. For Cade: “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Not only did he know it was Galatians 6:9, but the reference was written on his shoe!

Nourished in the Knowledge of God

A Christian cowboy tends his cattle on the land surrounding my home. The rumble of his

tractor or truck informs me of his daily trips to care for his herd. He watches over the

expectant cows and checks the herd for disease, hoof issues, and insect infestations.

He also counts to confirm none are missing. In summer, he moves them from pasture to

pasture to guarantee plenty of grass and water. When the winter winds blow, he

provides hay for forage and bedding.

Two Are Better than One

God’s Word encourages “older” women to mentor younger women. (Titus 2:3-4) We are to teach and train them, sharing the wisdom God has given us. We don’t have to be Bible scholars. We’ve experienced much of what the younger ones are experiencing now. God has taught us through His Word; He has taught us through His work. He has even taught us through our failures. We have lessons and knowledge that the younger women need to hear.

Training for What Matters Most

Sometimes, I think we assume our spiritual development will happen automatically.

While growth can occur unexpectedly, most spiritual maturity comes from a desire to

know the Lord and His Word more deeply. We do not simply grow from spiritual

childhood into godliness without effort on our part—not for salvation, but certainly for

growth as a disciple of Jesus.

He Wants to Be with Us

Biscuit, our dog, looks for a lap when we sit down. He is on the floor beside our feet when a lap is unavailable. He anticipates a ride in the car when he hears keys jingling. He follows us outdoors. He barks and spins in circles of excitement when invited to go for a walk. While in bed, he snuggles as close between us as he can. He cuddles with me in the sunroom every morning for quiet time with God. 

Whose Am I?

Fast forward to the last week of Jesus’ life. There was always a hustle and bustle to Passover week. But this year the Teacher had drawn crowds when He made His triumphal entry into the city on Sunday. On one hand the people were hanging on His words. On the other the religious leaders were trying to entrap Him to ultimately have Him arrested and crucified as an enemy of Rome.

Snowflakes

Each snowflake that falls from the sky is a tiny, intricate marvel —no two exactly alike in their crystalline patterns. In the same way, God has created each of us as unique individuals, imparted with our own special combination of spiritual gifts.

An Aroma that Impacts

We believers are to be the fragrance of Christ in this world. As you and I are filled with the Spirit, His fragrance flows through our words and actions. Is the fragrance of Christ permeating the world through you? Are you so filled with the Spirit of Christ, that His fragrance can’t help but flow from you?  

Untangling the Knots

How easily we can slip into outright sin and its entanglements. Tie on your godly truths securely; or like your dangling shoelaces, the ways of the world will trip you up. Sir Walter Scott's quote may possibly encompass all the devil desires from us: “Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive." Deception could be the root of all evil. The serpent in the garden used that ploy, and look at the sin that entangled us all.

A Bit Prickly

My mind holds vivid memories of being dragged to go shopping as a child, often and with various members of my family. Clothes and malls weren’t my thing back then, but I did enjoy plant nurseries—perusing through aisles of God’s creations, seeing the variety in shapes and colors, brushing my fingers along the—ouch! Cacti.