Help Stop Bullying – We Can’t Say It Enough

Since publishing my first book, Shoot the Wounded, I have tried to raise awareness to get the anti-bullying message out there to anyone and everyone.  I was bullied in high school.  I know what it’s like to feel fear while walking down a hallway at school.  Each one of my children has had encounters with bullies in school.  Why, even my husband has had to deal with bullies in the business world!  If you think bullying is limited to children on playgrounds, think again.

I saw a young grocery clerk dissolve into tears after a rather unpleasant encounter with a less-than-satisfied customer, who verbally harangued the poor girl in a public tongue-lashing that had us all cringing in line.  When I got to the front of the line, the poor girl’s hands were trembling so badly she dropped my change on the counter and nearly burst into fresh tears for fear I would be the next to reprimand her.  Instead, I reached out my hand, touched her lightly on the arm and smiled at her.  “No worries.”  I said.  The look of relief on that young girl’s face was heart wrenching.

I am in the middle of reading a particularly compelling, but shocking account of a young girl’s years as an abducted, tortured innocent in Uganda.  Kidnapped into Joseph Kony’s army of child soldiers in the book “girl soldier” at the age of fifteen, she is one of countless thousands of children who do Kony’s bidding.  It is either kill or be killed.  (For those of you who have never heard of the atrocities this individual has committed on the innocents of that nation, I would ask that you listen to the YouTube video that was made about Kony.)  As a westerner reading this story from the safety and comfort of my Canadian home, it shocks me that one man could so effectively “bully” a nation to submission.  Yet it is equally true that bullying tactics have worked for historical tyrants of the past like Hitler, Idi Amin, Stalin and Hussein to subjugate and slaughter thousands of innocent men, women and children.  We only need to watch news headlines to see that nations continue to fall under tyrannical dictatorships even today!

Whenever I read books of this nature, I can’t help feeling totally helpless.  After all, what can a grandmother living in small town, Cochrane, Alberta, Canada do about the atrocities I read about in Africa?  Well, truth be told, very little.  Certainly I can write about it, bring awareness to it, and support with financial aid those agencies that are helping to assist the rescued and the refugees, but realistically my little rocking chair is far removed from the distant battlefields there.

So what do I do?

I start with one.

One prayer.  “Matthew 7:7 says that we should ask, seek, and knock. James 5:16 “The prayer of a righteous man is effective and powerful.” 1 John 5:15 says that we should pray for those that are committing sin. Matthew 21:22 “If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.” John 15:7 “If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you.”  If we do nothing else, we can pray. 

Then, practically take action close to home.  Bullies are living in small towns and large cities across Canada, from British Columbia to Newfoundland.  Bullying is an epidemic in our nation and children are threatening and being threatened daily.  Take a stand and speak out against bullying.  Write about it, tweet about it, Facebook, blog, get the word out that bullying is not going to be tolerated in the town in which you live.  Write members of Parliament, sign petitions, speak to teachers and administrators, encourage your children and grandchildren to not be silent but TELL on their bullies.  It takes courage to stand up to a bully but it has to start somewhere.  Be the first ONE to say, “No, not on my watch!  I’m taking a stand against bullying!”

“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” Deuteronomy 31:6

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Hang It On The Cross

Tomorrow we again remember the sacrifice of our Saviour on our behalf; dying for our sins so we might have eternal life.  Good Friday should be marked with solemnity but should also be celebrated with great rejoicing.  As I have said, the cradle and the cross are inseparably linked.  As much as we celebrate the birth of Jesus at Christmas, we must always remember that He came to die in our place on the cross. 

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”  John 3:16

I recently came across this poem posted by one of my Facebook friends.  I do not know who the author is so if you do please let me know so I may give credit where credit is due to the author of this meaningful poem.

Hang It On the Cross

If you have a secret sorry

A burden or a loss,

 An aching need for healing…

Hang it on the Cross.

If worry steals your sleep

And makes you turn and toss,

If your heart is feeling heavy…

Hang it on the Cross.

Every obstacle to faith

Or doubt you come across,

Every prayer unanswered…

Hang it on the Cross.

For Christ has borne our brokenness

And dearly paid the cost.

To turn our trials to triumph…

Hanging on the Cross.

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Jesus Must be Canadian – Guest Posting by Grady Watson

canada%20jesus%20fish%203d%20auto%20emblemIt’s true. Jesus must be Canadian. One of the things I have learned since I moved to Canada is that folks here never pass up an opportunity to spend time on a beach somewhere. Having spent almost 2 winters here, I totally get that. When we read about Jesus’s life and ministry, we find him hanging out on a beach a lot. I wonder what the Hebrew word for “eh?” is?

Matthew 4:18-20 says, “Now as Jesus was walking by the Sea of Galilee, He saw two brothers, Simon who was called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea; for they were fishermen. And He said to them, ‘Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.’ Immediately they left their nets and followed Him.”

I can remember a few times in my life when someone I respected said something to me that had a profound impact on my life. You know the kind of thing you never forget and you look back on and see how that moment shaped your future. I can just imagine Peter and Andrew sitting around a camp fire years later, maybe on this same beach, reminiscing about the past. Of course, you know this “fishers of men” moment had to come up from time to time. But I imagine Peter saying to Andrew, “Do you remember when Jesus just came up out of the blue and told us to go with him and he would make us fishers of men?” I bet they had a good laugh about that. They probably even did a little impersonation of Jesus. But then as conversations like this go, it probably turned serious at some point and they began to reflect on this concept that Jesus brought up…Fishers of Men. I can hear them talking about how they had no idea what that meant at the time but now having the benefit of watching Jesus for several years and witnessing his death, resurrection, and then ascension into heaven, they understood what it meant to be fishers of men.

They probably began comparing fishing for fish and fishing for men. Both are lifestyles. If you are true fisherman (for fish or men) your life is consumed by it. Anyone who knows anything about fishing will tell you how multidimensional it is. I wish it were as simple as baiting a hook and pulling in a trophy trout. If it were that easy, I’d be on the river every weekend. No, fishing takes knowledge, guidance, success and failure, perseverance, discipline, planning, dedication, and the right equipment. All of this = a lifestyle. The same was true for Peter and Andrew as Jesus made them into fishers of men.

Fishing is not only a lifestyle, it is hard work. It reminds me of the show on TV called “The Deadliest Catch”. There is nothing in me that would make me want to live at sea for months throwing out huge snow crab traps in the middle of stormy, freezing cold seas just hoping pulling them in after a few days with a few crabs. Trust me, I’m thankful those guys do it cuz I love me some snow crab but that just seems like really hard work for not much reward. As Peter and Andrew are sitting around the campfire having our imaginary conversation, I know they are reflecting on how unimaginably hard it is to be fishers of men. If this  imaginary conversation is happening around 5 years after Christ’s crucifixion, they are most likely hiding for their lives because of the persecution they were facing. There is no question that in being called to be fishers of men, we are called to give ourselves away or sacrifice ourselves for the sake of the Kingdom of God. It’s hard work. It costs us. Jesus did it. The disciples did it. Many have done it before our generation. And we are called to do it too.

But their conversation doesn’t stop there. Fishing may be hard work, but it’s rewarding. As a kid, I lived in Panama for a few years. My family owned a 15 foot boat with a 150 horse power Evenrude outboard engine on the back of it. We went out most Saturdays and fished for Peacock bass in the Panama Canal. The only other place you could find Peacock bass was the Amazon River. How those unique fish made it to the Panama Canal is another story for another blog but we caught at least 50 lbs of fish every time we went out. This is not a “fishing” story! No exaggeration! In those days there was no limit. This ruined me for fishing the rest of my life. I don’t like to fish, I like to catch. There is nothing like having a big 3 pound Peacock bass on the end of your line! Those suckers are fighters! I don’t have specific memories of staying up late getting the boat ready or getting up early in the morning and traveling to our spot on the Panama Canal and unloading the boat into the water, or of cleaning all those fish. In other words, I don’t remember the hard work. What I do remember is getting back to shore and getting those coolers of fish off the boat and lining them up on the dock for a picture. I remember the exhilaration on the way home as my dad and I talked about the day and our catch. As a fisher of men, there is nothing that gives me more joy than to see a life changed. Imagine Peter and John’s excitement as they talked about how God’s church had expanded exponentially since Jesus’s crucifixion. Jesus had made them fishers of men…and they were successful fishermen.

There is one more Jesus (the Canadian) on the beach story that I want to reflect on. In John 21: 4-6 we find Jesus appearing to his disciples who were having a tough go at fishing. You see, in the aftermath of Jesus’s death and ressurection, they drifted back to what they knew and what was comfortable, which for most of them was fishing, the original kind of fishing. In this story, they were not having a very successful outing when Jesus saw them from the beach. So Jesus yelled out to them and told them to cast their nets on the other side of the boat. Of course they did and it paid off big time! To me, this story has 3 big lessons for us as we seek to be fishers of men:

1. When life gets hard or we don’t seem to have direction, we naturally drift to what is comfortable. For me, it’s called Moose Tracks ice cream. Safeway makes it and it’s amazing! Thing is, when life and ministry gets tough, it’s okay to retreat sometimes to what’s comfortable. We need rest. We need healing. We need to recalibrate sometimes. Jesus did this and we can too. The key is, don’t stay there. Get back to fishing for men.

2.  When we do things in our flesh, we get fleshly results. Most of the time, that is because we are focused on the results. Our focus should be on abiding in Christ. When that happens, the overflow of our heart will be the ministry that God desires for our lives. As is the case in this story, sometimes a simple Jesus directed change in what we are doing will make all the difference in the world. Be open to change or adjustment in your life and ministry.

3.  Jesus calls us to be fishers of men. He takes care of the catching part.

As summer rolls in here in Alberta, I am hoping to get the opportunity learn to fly fish. From what I have heard about that sport, I’ll enjoy every minute of fishing and if I actually get to catch something…well, that will be cool!

Grady Watson was primarily responsible for teaching and the discipleship ministry at Bow Valley Baptist Church, Cochrane, Alberta, Canada. He became the Associate Pastor in August of 2010. Before that he served at Grandview Fellowship Church in southwest Houston, Tx. He is married to Kristie and has two adult children, Reid and Gracie.  Grady is currently serving at First Grapevine Baptist, Grapevine, Texas (2017).

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