One of God's gifts to us here on this earth is something called "fellowship." Fellowship is so much more than just getting together with other people to share a meal or make small-talk. True, deep fellowship happens when people of different backgrounds, cultures, ages, income levels and social statuses come together out of a shared experience of brokenness. This brokenness happens within our souls as we discover a Savior who made the ultimate sacrifice for us all. As a wise person once said, "It's all level ground at the foot of the cross."
And so we come together, bound in unity by our need for grace. We can share our joys and our sorrows, our faith and our fears, our strengths and our weaknesses, our victories and our failures; for in each other we find the compassion of Jesus, the love of His Holy Spirit, and most importantly, the forgiveness of God. As members of this fellowship we may have seemingly little in common, but in the only way it truly counts we have this; we were lost, but now we are found; we were blind, but now we see; we were dead, but now we have life! And because of Jesus Christ we are adopted into the "Family of God!"
Thank you Lord for this great fellowship. Pastor Daelyn L. West
Friendship
How many friends do you have? Ten? Fifty? A hundred? Let's define friendship, shall we? Too many times, when we find ourselves at our lowest, the people we think of as "friends" might toss us a rope, but when we try to pull ourselves out of the pit we're in...the rope falls into the hole. It's connected to nothing.
A true friend will jump down into the mud, despair, the tears, and the heartbreak with you and PUSH you up out of there...that's what Jesus does. A true friend will then trust you to toss him the rope, and he'll know that the other end is tied to something solid, and you're ready to pull with everything you have. THAT my friends...is friendship M. MacDonald
Finding God
I'm not sure that anyone finds God. It’s probably like what happened at H.E.B. supermarket a while back.
There was an announcement over the intercom. It was a woman’s voice; somebody’s mother.
She said, “Jenny, it’s Mommy. I know you’re lost and you’re scared and you’re probably looking for me. Jenny, you can stop looking for me now. Just sit down wherever you are. Don’t worry about finding Mommy. Whatever aisle you’re on, just sit down, Jenny girl, and I will find you.”
That’s how the finding happens, God has a mother’s way. Kenny Woods
Understanding Suffering
“Why me Lord? What did I do wrong? I know in my heart that I live in Your favor... why is my life so filled with setbacks and problems?”
Why indeed...
I truly believe that we all…each one of us…has to take a few steps on our own Via Dolorosa in our walk through life. How better to understand the awesome peace and beauty of eternal salvation, than that we first understand suffering. Jesus endured a savage scourging that slashed and tore His body. His blood left a crimson trail in the dirt as he was dragged off to be crowned in mockery with piercing thorns. He struggled His own cross up to Golgotha where He was nailed to it, raised up and left to die after hours of unimaginable agony. He did this for us…and it was finished…our healing and salvation assured if only we’d believe.
No...life isn’t fair, but our little trials...and sometimes big ones...bring us ever closer to understanding a tiny bit of what Jesus endured in our place. When we accept the fact that it's OUR blood that should be staining the ground under that cross, and that the debt was paid for us by the innocent Son of God, then finally we're on the road to salvation.
M. MacDonald
The Quest for Courage
Courage....something we admire in others and hope that we’ll show when it gets down to hard decision time. Pastor West hit it right on when he reminded us that bravery is NOT the absence of fear, but the fortitude to do the right thing in spite of the fear. Sometimes it’s more like the kitten in the mirror with us though; we can psych ourselves up to believe we can handle anything that comes along and present that tough image to others, actually making it believable. Schoolyard bullies do it all the time.
I had a friend back in Maine who was a high school football coach. I asked him about courage once, and he said: "You give me a kid... I don’t care how small he is, how fast or slow he is, or what his IQ is...if he’s got the heart to get out there and do exactly what I tell him, he’ll discover he’s got courage, and then I can make him into a football player."
Maybe that’s really where it’s at then...not in the size of our muscles or whether or not we can intimidate others...but in the size of our heart...and if we do what our heavenly coach tells us to do, we’ll discover that we have courage too, in facing any difficulty.