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Jesus is a Waymaker

Jesus is a Waymaker.

The night I brought my first newborn home from the hospital I rocked him to sleep. And I sang. Rocking away in that uncomfortable chair, not a care in the world (as long as he wasn’t screaming) and singing Jesus Loves Me or the morbid lullaby, Rockabye Baby in the Treetop. As time went on, I began to widen my repertoire and sang songs that I created impromptu. Somehow, silly as they were, I could make them rhyme and even though they were not going to make it into a Dr. Seuss book OR a Dr. Spock instruction manual, My Three Sons loved them.

Fast forward 35 years and enter Norah Jayne. The very first time I was able to rock her to sleep? I sang. What came out were old choruses from church services gone by. I am a huge fan of the “new” worship songs, can sing along with KLove like nobody’s business but when I sit in that rocking chair, Jesus is a Waymaker.

If you have never heard it, the lyrics are:

Jesus, He is a Waymaker
Jesus, He is a Waymaker
Jesus, He is a Waymaker
One day, He made a way for me
One day, when I was lost in sin
One day, Jesus took me in
One day, He made a way for me

The tune is upbeat and catchy and it has become Norah’s favorite. I used to go into an entire medley of old choruses, from Isn’t He Wonderful, I Call Him Jesus, My Rock, When I think of the goodness of Jesus and all He has done for me….you get the idea. But as Norah grew from a few weeks old to a couple of months, she became particular. She wanted one song and one song only and that was Jesus is a Waymaker. It has become such a part of the two of us that, if she is fussing, I can start singing that song and she will immediately calm down and go to sleep.

(Btw, I can sing this song even in the middle of the Dixie Stampede pre-show and Norah will go to sleep!)

It is true that Norah doesn’t know much about Jesus making a way for me, you or anyone else. She doesn’t realize that she is a miracle sent from Heaven and only Jesus could have made a way. This sweet baby isn’t aware of the many times God has answered other prayers right on time. Norah has never read the Word, hasn’t prayed a prayer and doesn’t understand the word, Hallelujah. Until she is old enough to comprehend, she just takes comfort in the Name that her mommy, daddy and grandmothers sing about and the peace and serenity it brings to her every single time.

Jesus is a Waymaker

You see, Jesus IS a Waymaker whether we can see it or not, whether we feel it or not. Even when we don’t understand the reason a family member is suffering, our prayers don’t seem to be answered, the bills have all come due at once, the kids are sick, the tensions are high even in a home where God is first…He is still a Waymaker.

When we find ourselves in those difficult seasons, we need to follow the pattern that this old song has set. First, it DECLARES that Jesus is our deliverer, the way-out-of-the-way, the One who can make clear the path for us. Then, like most great songs, it REPEATS the declaration, not once but two more times! We must remind ourselves WHO it is that CAN make things better, that can deliver us and we must declare it. Once we have done that, we then begin to REPEAT it and remind ourselves of that Truth!

Then the chorus tells WHY we know He is a Waymaker…because one day He made a way for ME. Begin to LIST the times that He has showed up with an answer. DEFINE it! Remember the other prayers He has answered and how it was done.  Play it over in your mind and give God praise for it. The chorus ends with the same declaration, that it was for ME, so DECLARE it again.

Declare it.

Repeat it.

Define it.

Declare it again.

If you have something in your life today that is impossible for man, take it to The Waymaker. Sing this old song if you know the tune, or make up your own, and begin to declare the promises of God while remembering what He has already done for you!

But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost, Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.” Jude 1:20,21

It is not only our job to teach our little ones that Jesus will be their Deliverer, Savior, Friend, and Ever-Present-Help-in-Trouble, but we must remind OURSELVES and EACH OTHER that He is STILL a Waymaker, making a way for all of us. So, tomorrow, when something impossible comes against you…

Declare it. Let your spirit know that Jesus is God!

Repeat it. Say it a couple more times and with authority.

Define it. List the things He has done for you or others in the past, building up your faith.

Declare it again! The more we say it, the more we believe it and nothing shall be impossible, according to His will and in His perfect timing.

Do you have a favorite lullaby or song that you sang to your children or to your grandchildren? How are you influencing them for the Kingdom? Share with our community of friends! I found a Gaither version of the song that is very similar to the one I sing to Norah. I didn’t know it had verses and the middle is a little different but the tune is the same. Enjoy! 

For the Kingdom

 

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When God calls you to stay on the mountain

We just returned from Haiti and are sharing adventures and thoughts from our trip. You can read my first post here!

When God calls you to stay on the mountain

“You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

We had quite the adventure on our trek to church on Sunday in Haiti. The missionaries we were staying with are the superintendents of the work of the United Pentecostal Church International in Haiti and oversee some 600 different churches. They had decided ahead of time to visit one of the works in St. Marc, about an hour and a half from where they live in Bon Repo.

Almost all of the roads in Haiti are horrendous. And by that I mean you must hold on, not just to your hat, but keep your seat as well if you don’t want to end up in the floorboard. We had been on a few decent highways but Sunday we were in for the ride of a lifetime. (This is the other car in our party with Missionaries Ron and Terry Brian, my sons Korey and Kris and other ministers.)

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We traveled in two vehicles, eleven of us in our party. Along the way you must watch out for the hundreds of thousands of people you pass just standing at the side of the road, walking to their destination or attempting to sell you something if you slow down even the littlest bit. This time it wasn’t the peddlers that stopped us, we had a tire blow out!

We pulled over and were immediately surrounded by helpers. Aware of the heat, the men in our group, who were dressed for church, decided it would be worth it to pay these eager assistants rather than sweat through their clothes and be covered in grease. Three kind young men had that tire off and the full-sized spare back on in no time. We paid them well and were back on the road again.

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My friend, Bonnie, who was making her eleventh trip to Haiti in four years, couldn’t resist making friends with this little girl and giving her a tiny doll that she had stashed in her purse for hopeful occasions.

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Now it was time to start the climb up the mountain. Pictures do not begin to do it justice, not only is it steep but it is such rough terrain I was contemplating walking instead of the treacherous ride in a four-wheel drive! Thankfully I was able to see some interesting sites along the way.

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Arriving at the church, they were already in full swing. Service began at 6:30 a.m.! We had left the house at 6:45, since the first half of their service is Sunday School, and we made it there by nine with our unplanned stop along the way. When we entered the building we were ushered to the platform even though those of us who were not ministers begged to sit in the congregation. But, we didn’t want to offend our hosts, so all eight of us, plus our interpreter, went to chairs lined up behind the podium. Admittedly, we would have rather sat in the congregation because we couldn’t see the young people that sang or much of anything else.

But they had church!

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They sang forever and a day but it was all good. They prayed and prayed some more and then The Sweetheart was blessed to be able to minister in that service. He loves preaching with an interpreter and Richardson (pronounced Re-CHARD-son) is one of the best. We had such a good time with him this week.

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Afterward, the ladies had prepared a meal for us; I was nervous since there were no facilities and Haitian food is so spicy and I have a nervous stomach…get the picture? But they did have plantains, which are mild and tasty and a couple of other things I could eat. They sat a beautiful table and just outdid themselves trying to please us.

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The boys were fascinated by the donkey, or burro, that was tied up right behind the church. He made for some great pictures!

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This is my friend Bonnie…lover of God, lover of children and now? Lover of donkeys. She’s the best.

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And my favorite part of the day was when a young lady came carrying in this little bundle of joy! Isn’t he precious!

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When God wants you to stay on the mountain

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Marie Carmen lives on this mountain. It is not the most desirable location in Haiti. Such a struggle to get up there, such a struggle to live. She would like to have a husband, and several have been suggested for her, but if they won’t climb the mountain she is not interested. Her calling is to this church, to this people and she will not leave, even for love and personal happiness.

This stuck with me as we drove down the hillside (which was almost worse than going up!). To call this place primitive would be an understatement, to actually love living here would be unfathomable to most of us reading this today. But people like the pastor and his wife and Marie Carmen pour their lives into helping those less fortunate and introducing them to the Savior.

We refer to mountains in our spiritual lives as two different things, depending on what we are going through. Some say the valley is the low place, the difficult, the somber and they can’t wait to get back to the mountaintop, meaning they have made it through their struggle and now they can dance with Jesus (you understand my point). Others say that there is a mountain in their way, it can’t be moved, it is impossible to get over, around or through. They liken a mountain to the obstacle in their life that they can’t control or change.

But when we choose to conquer the mountain, to turn it into something positive, to see what needs to be changed, what needs to go or stay, then God can use it to teach us, mold us, make us into something more like Him.

Look at this poem by Howard Simon:

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
The massive mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend
I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate
I choose, I choose the mountain
With all its stress and strain
Because only by climbing
Can I rise above the plain
I choose the mountain
And I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
And I shall forever be ascending
I choose the mountain
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True, there isn’t really a place in Haiti that offers luxury and comfort. But choosing to live on this mountain means there isn’t sporadic electricity like other places we visited, there is NO electricity. There is NO running water. There are no sidewalks or paved roads or walking paths. For as difficult as life is down below in the valley, it is even more strenuous on the mountain. But rather than looking down at what could be, Marie Carmen is committed to her calling and making a difference where God has planted her.

Don’t begrudge the mountains that God puts in your way!

The grass isn’t always greener on the other side. If where you are at is where God wants you to be then fulfill that purpose! Choose the mountain and realize that by answering that call, whatever that call is, you can rise above the obstacles and find the favor of God in your calling.

Some day He might speak to that mountain and call you to a lush, green valley. But until then, know He is working all things for your good; He is in control and you are His hands and His feet to a lost and dying world.

Trust Him!

Enjoy these super short clips of our service!

Posted by Terry Brian on Sunday, December 13, 2015

 

 

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That time when Dancer and Prancer almost ruined Christmas…

“Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!”
~Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Sharing a sweet and funny story from a Christmas Past. I wish I could remember what year it was but that would spoil the story, because that IS the story…remembrance and how it almost ruined Christmas.

Peek in with me, won’t you?

There was nothing I enjoyed more than Christmas when My Three Sons were younger and all at home. We lived in my dream home, the farmhouse where The Sweetheart grew up, seven acres with a stocked pond full of catfish, partially wooded, high on a hill. It had the scariest concrete driveway for riding a bicycle that a boy could ever want and a great slope for sledding; just ask the neighbor boys who were always sneaking down it when we weren’t looking. They would make that driveway so slick we couldn’t get our cars up and The Sweetheart would come home from his third shift as an air traffic controller early in the morning, all bleary-eyed and slip and slide all the way up that hill. By the time he stumbled in the door, he needed to pray through before he could go to bed!

Christmas was special.

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We had two Christmas trees, sometimes three. One in the family room, all dark and cozy with redwood paneling; that was the one room they wouldn’t let me touch when we remodeled. But that was okay, it was so homey and held so many memories for the family that we loved it. That tree was the one the boys decorated with the ornaments they had made, all of our family treasures. Oh, and colored lights, they insisted on colored lights on their tree.

Then the fancy one in the pretty room as they called it. That was my tree, they let me decorate it however I wanted and we would go from room to room opening presents. I cherish those days.

Now remember, if you have followed me for very long, I have mischievous boys. They were each about 5 1/2 years apart. Kyle wass the oldest, then Kristopher and then Korey was and is the baby, he just turned 23 this month.

Boys will be boys and they would never leave their presents alone! I grew weary of them trying to figure out what was inside year after year and they always ruined the surprise!

So one year I outsmarted them all. I had it all figured out. I came up with a brainstorm and I was so proud of myself. I didn’t tell anyone, not even The Sweetheart. On Christmas morning I would show them!

I began wrapping presents as usual, several weeks in advance, and they would come home from school and always check to see if there were any under the tree. Sure enough, the first day they discovered there were presents.

They ran and looked for their name. But wait! What to my wondering eyes should appear?! “This is not my name!” They all begin to holler.

Every single one of the presents had names like Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen! And do you recall? We can’t leave out the most famous reindeer of all…because we had to have three groups of three! Rudolph was included as well!

The only names on the presents were reindeer names.

The boys were NOT happy, they were not happy at all! They did not like it, not one little bit. How could they figure out what was inside if they didn’t know which one was theirs?

They had been tricked. Duped. By their own mother. What a Christmas this was going to be!

But thankfully they quickly forgave me and actually thought it was kind of funny as the season went on. They started telling their friends about it and everyone chimed in saying how much fun it was going to be on Christmas morning.

We always got up early on Christmas. It was a written rule if you had children under the age of 30 that you must get up at the crack of dawn on Christmas Day to open your presents. In your pajamas. Before you brush your teeth. Ugh. You get the picture, they were anxious.

We gathered in the pretty room and they were waiting for me to give them the go-ahead to start passing out the presents. I ran back upstairs to get my list. You know, the one that tells me who each reindeer represents? Yes, I DID make one, I am not that incompetent, people.

It went something like this:

Kyle: Donner, Dasher, Vixen

Kristopher: Rudolph, Comet, Prancer

Korey: Cupid, Dancer, Blitzen…

Or was it Kyle was Donner, Comet and Dancer and Kristopher was Cupid, Blitzen and Dasher?

Or…where is that list?

We had a problem…I could not find the list. I didn’t find the list. I never found the list.

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I was no longer the Christmas Queen. I was the Christmas Dope.

What was a brilliant idea, and still is if you want to try it, turned into a free-for-all as My Three Sons, morphed into My Three Monsters and started ripping into presents like there was no tomorrow.

“This one’s mine!” “That one’s yours!” “Yuck! Kyle’s cd’s!” “Kristopher’s dorky boxers!” “Korey, here’s your Lego’s!”

All the while The Sweetheart sat in the easy chair with the biggest grin on his face, as if to say, “If I had thought of this…”

Well you didn’t you big oaf…

It was a great idea.

Saving it for the grandkids.