Tearing Down History

When the Islamic extremist group, ISIS destroyed historical sites and tore down thousand-year old statues in the Middle East, the outcry against this act of desecration and vandalism was swift.  I wept at the senseless destruction of historical artifacts that can never be replaced or restored.  To me, as a teacher, with a passion for understanding how history has shaped our world, these acts of terrorism will impact future generations!  Much like explaining the extinction of an animal species to my grandchildren, they will never benefit from seeing and learning about that animal without some visual representation.  The same is true for past civilizations they will never understand by actually physically touching and viewing the masterpieces that acted as historical markers for the people who lived in those times.  Even if those markers, statues, obelisks and the like were a reminder of the brutality of the times, they still have historical relevance that should remind future generations of learning from past mistakes.

There is biblical relevance for erecting monuments and statues as reminders of God’s provision and awesome power and activity in our lives. Henry Blackaby speaks of this and calls them “Spiritual Markers“:

“Spiritual memory is crucial in the Christian life. Do you vividly recall times when you know God spoke to you? It would be tragic if, in your haste to advance in your Christian faith, you neglected to leave spiritual markers at the key crossroads of your life. Without the help of these markers, you will lose your spiritual bearings.

The Israelites experienced a tumultuous pilgrimage. Their doubt that God was powerful enough to give them victory cost them forty years of wandering in the wilderness. Then God miraculously parted the waters of the Jordan River so they could pass over and continue their conquest. God knew that at times the Israelites would face intimidating enemies and would need a reminder that He was powerful enough to protect them. The Israelites might be tempted to think they made a mistake entering Canaan. For this reason God instructed them to build a monument on the banks of the Jordan River. Whenever they returned to this spot, they would see the monument and be reminded of God’s awesome power. This marker would give them confidence to meet the new challenges they faced.

A spiritual marker identifies a time of decision when you clearly know that God guided you. Can you remember the moment you became a child of God? Were there specific times when He called you to His ways of living? Can you point to times when He clearly guided you in a decision? Were there times when He spoke powerfully to you about a commitment you should make? Keep track of these important moments! Regularly rehearse them and notice the steady progression in the way God has led you. This will help you understand God’s activity in your life and give you a sense of direction as you face future decisions.”

When I battled cancer, my husband bought me a little angel figurine on the first day of my first chemo treatment.  Every time I looked at that figurine during my journey with cancer, I was reminded to not give up, to know that God was in control, I was loved.  Some have said I should get rid of it because it is a constant reminder of the pain I suffered during that time, but fifteen years later, I still cherish that little figurine as it acts as a Spiritual Marker for what I went through and it is a tool to keep me pointed towards the future and to depend on God through good times and bad.

On November 11th, each year I wear a red Poppy in remembrance of the sacrifice of men and women who fought and died in wartime battles.  I have stood at many of the war memorials erected to honour our Canadian soldiers and to remember the tragedy that is war.  They are historical markers that should serve to remind all who look upon them, the horrors of war and to never ever repeat them in the future.

I wept this week, when I saw vandals tear down statues in Charlottesville that depict a time in America’s history that, although painful, should never be forgotten.  I understand the anguish and suffering and the hateful division those monuments are a reminder of, but the anger that culminated in their destruction was misdirected!  Tearing down monuments and statues will not negate the events of that era then or now.  These markers should serve as reminders to all peoples to NEVER repeat the mistakes of the past.  The hate of yesterday should never be carried forward into today’s reality and thus affect future generations.

Instead, to those who want to abolish the hate propagated by events of the past, erect MORE monuments and statues so that you can teach the lessons learned from history to your children and grandchildren.  Let the statues, monuments and spiritual markers stand as sentinels to remind future generations to never repeat those same mistakes.  Place your own Spiritual Markers around your home to remember times when God intervened, or saved, or led you and your family through different seasons of life.  Pass those “God Stories” on to your children and grandchildren to benefit future generations.  You cannot eradicate hate by tearing down history, only repenting of the sins of the past and turning to Jesus Christ will do that.

“if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”  2 Chronicles 7:14 

 

 

 

 

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Because He Lives

“Because He Lives, I can face tomorrow…”  I think these are my most favorite lyrics ever written.  The whole song written by Bill and Gloria Gaither brings me to tears every time; the truth of those words impact me profoundly whenever I hear or sing them because they ring TRUE!

There is so much theological truth wrapped up in those seven words!

The fact that Jesus Christ will never leave me or forsake me,

He is Sovereign,

He is in control,

It’s not about me, it’s all about Him,

Were it not for His Grace, His Mercy, His Love, I would be undone.

I would have no future here in this world or in the next…

The world is a frightening place now if you listen to the news.  Hatred abounds.  Yet I can declare with certainty that “Because He Lives, I can face tomorrow…”  There should be no fear if we are followers of Christ.

More than ever, I feel emboldened to share the Gospel with those who do not have that surety of eternal life.  I want to reach out to those who live without the Hope that only Christ can give them.  I beseech my readers to share this post with their friends and family.  Click on the link here: The Gospel Message .  Be bold in your own witness with those who are overwhelmed with world events right now.  Comfort those who are going through trials of every kind.  Share with them that God is in control.  Don’t lose heart and never forget that “Because He Lives, (You) can face tomorrow…”

“Before long, the world will not see me anymore, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live.”  John 14:19 

 

 

 

 

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Lake Life

We have recently returned from our yearly trip to the lake with all the children and grandchildren gathered around us for a week of swimming, sunbathing and camping frivolity that will once again leave us with precious memories that will last a lifetime!  For our family, the time we spend together at the lake is the highlight of our entire year.  My kids were only youngsters when we first came to the lake and now they are coming with their spouses and children.  Sometimes I wonder who is more excited to be at the lake, my kids, my grandchildren or me!  It seems we spend so much time preparing for that week together each year, counting down the months, weeks, days and hours until we are all parked, unpacked, set up, and ready to relax.  It’s ironic that we must “hurry up to do nothing” as my husband says.

One of my favorite things to do at the lake is to get up before anyone else and observe the campsite waking up.  “Gustaff”, the duck, waddles past looking for some handouts.  We’re not supposed to feed the quacker but he still makes his early morning round hopeful that someone will ignore the rules.  The crows begin their morning conference call, and the blue heron sweeps into the lake grabbing a little bass fish for breakfast.  An RV neighbour walks by me with his dog on a leash.  He whispers, “Good morning” and disappears along the trail around the lake.  The rising sun continues to spur movement at each campsite, as it radiates a warm greeting to those awake and those still trying to get in a few more minutes of slumber.  I hear tent flaps zip open, the occupants yawning as they emerge from their canvas cocoons.  The smell of coffee and bacon starts to waft through the air; I am already looking forward to the pancakes my husband will prepare for our clan.

It is my morning routine, as the campsite comes to life, to have my quiet time, read in my Bible, write in my journal, and pray.  There are times at home, I will admit, that I struggle to focus and immerse myself in the Word as completely as I do here.  It’s like I am entangled by my surroundings at home; my worries, daily schedule, and timely constraints that always seem to interfere with my attention to fully hear and comprehend His Words of wisdom.  However, my time with Jesus here is unlike anything I experience at home.  Not only does He allow me to connect with my family, storing up memories to look back on throughout the year, but I reconnect with Him as He teaches me, like He did so often with His followers by the lakeside, so that my spirit is renewed, and my senses are more attuned to His Creation around me.  He beckons me to lay aside the troubles that I have somehow packed up with me to bring to the lake.  This is no place for worrisome baggage from home.  He embraces me with that peace that surpasses understanding.  I sit under the canopy of weeping willows and maple trees and praise Him for allowing me this time of rest and relaxation that my body and soul so desperately needs.

“Grandma, are you awake yet?”  My grandson runs across the road from the cabin he is sharing with his mom, dad and sister.  He leaps onto my lap, interrupting the peace but causing my heart to leap with joy.

“I am!”  I hug him tight.  “This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it!”

“I guess.” He laughs and then grins at me mischievously, “Now, let’s go feed Gustaff!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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