I’ll be meeting with the KHNC folks tomorrow to discuss possible changes for The Homefront Show, and there will be no show tomorrow, Wednesday, December 11.
I’ll be meeting with the KHNC folks tomorrow to discuss possible changes for The Homefront Show, and there will be no show tomorrow, Wednesday, December 11.
Hallelujah! That was what I wanted to burst into song with after last week’s Homefront Show. Not because the show was over, but because we had steak for breakfast. I’m going to talk about that during the show tomorrow (Wednesday the 27th) – about basic, timeless good things, such as breakfast, and steak, and conversation during breakfast while eating steak. You think steak is for rich people. Think again. I’m going to talk about how expensive that kind of thinking really is.
We’ll consider the expense of a poverty mentality. And we’ll look at Gary Keesee’s 10 Steps to Posture Yourself for Opportunity, and share insights from Tommy Newberry’s 40 Days to a Joy-Filled Life, and excellent thoughts from two excellent men – John Parker and John Dunlap.
So, if you know anyone who could use a bit of excellence, good ideas, joy, and other good stuff, call them now and tell them to join us on the Home Front Show (Wednesday, March 27 at 8:00 AM Mountain), on http://1360khnc.com where we’ll also talk about the organization Transform Our World, and the joy of transforming our world.
Joy. Did you know joy doesn’t mix with fear. Fear is the devil’s currency, and you can’t buy a single good thing with it. In her book Time Alive, Alexandra Stoddard has a chapter entitled JOY ACCOMPANIES A COURAGEOUS LIFE, and the title is followed by this Winston Churchill quote: “Courage is rightly esteemed the first of human qualities . . . It is the quality which guarantees all others.”
Fear, as I said, is the devil’s currency. Fear is what causes people to succumb to evil without even knowing it. It makes people irrational so that they behave in ways at odds with their actual beliefs. Fear makes us unsound of mind, and knocks the hero right out of us.
I like to talk about hero moms on the Homefront Show, and one of those was my grandmother, “Grannimother”, who did her laundry in Mountain Fork River near Hochatown, Oklahoma. I remember not only what God has done for me in days past, but what my ancestors have done for me, what all our ancestors have done for us in building this country, in things large such as coast to coast railroads and highways, and in things a bit smaller such as running water and washing machines.
It may have been recalling bathing in the river as Grannimother did the wash that prompted my dad’s response to a group of women complaining about keeping up with the laundry. He grinned and said, “Yeah, it sure is hard pouring in that soup and pushing those buttons.”
I remember one of my favorite things ever was Grannimother peeling her garden-scorched, best-in-the-entire-world tomatoes, and slicing big thick slices to share with me. Just tomatoes and salt. Who could ask for more?
That’s wealth, and it’s not expensive. Here’s what’s expensive: Putting a sugar/processed grain death concoction in front of your family every single day, as a way to start their day.
Then maybe it’s hot dogs for lunch. “That just blows my mind” was John’s response the other day when he asked me if I wanted steak or chili dogs I said, “Steak is better and steak is cheaper.”
We bought round steak at Ridley’s in Wellington for $2.99 a pound (hot dogs were considerably more), marinated it for three days, then grilled it after the show last Wednesday morning. Oh, my goodness, was it wonderful! I gently fried eggs (dippies) and made Dave’s Killer Bread toast and pot of tea to go along with it.
Of course you can add all sorts of things to this: I really like to saute spinach with garlic and mushrooms for breakfast, and I’m a big believer in homemade applesauce, or just a can of peaches (always get them in juice, not syrup) with cinnamon.
Now back to dippies: The point of dippies is the runny yolk so you can dip your bread into it and say “Yum” right after you sing Hallelujah over the steak.
So, let’s talk about that. What is it, in fact, about steak? We actually asked each other that question last Wednesday. “What is it about steak?” I suggested the B vitamin found only in red meat. Seth suggested we should eat it in honor of our ancestors, who might not have had as much of it as they wanted. Wealth being measured not by goats or pigs or tofu, but by the cattle on a thousand hills was mentioned. And then there was the crux of the matter in Seth’s question: What is better than steak? We couldn’t think of anything. There is a delicious sense of well-being experienced in the first bite of a juicy steak, and in every subsequent bite as well, especially if it’s been a bit since you’ve had beef.
I say the whole anti-meat thing is from Hell. Ever since the campaign against red meat and the assertion that it causes heart disease, heart disease has been on the rise. Hmm. It’s just another example of the dangers of being one of the crowd, of fitting in, going along, keeping your head down and your mind docile – doing the socially acceptable thing. But here’s the big problem Satan and all his deceived have, in particular about meat. It’s really hard to convince people something so good is so bad.
We once worked with several young women who were vegetarians, vegans, and other variations of labels which in many cases were simply sad attempts at that “defining sense of self”. And then one day we invited some of them over for steaks – “that’s what we’re having, you’re welcome if you want to come” was the casual group invite. Three of them came over and they practically inhaled those steaks. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
Well, you may think this is much ado about nothing, or very close to nothing, but I’m after a larger picture. I’m after our taking a look at the gifts of God and participating.
And lest you’ve been victimized by that “can’t eat it if it has a face” let me help you with that. I was raised on a farm and I can tell you there are no retirement facilities for cows, there are no nursing homes for deer. If man does not obey God’s directive to steward the earth, animals such as cows and game will overpopulate and die of starvation and disease. Failing that, they will die miserably of old age. You are being singularly unkind when you suggest no one should eat meat. Most of all to your own self.
Meat makes people strong. In days of old meat was only for royalty, and starving peasants were shot or publicly strung up for poaching so much as a rabbit to feed their children. It was no secret that when people are well fed, particularly on meat, they become very difficult to control.
Well, things are better in that regard, and yet we return to a peasant’s mentality when we say we don’t want meat. It is a weakling mentality. We are royalty and we need to act like it, and eat like it.
Royalty – we’re going to have royalty on the show tomorrow, so if you haven’t already done so, give that someone you’re thinking of a call. Reach out, be brave. You can do it – just act like you had steak for breakfast.
Thanks for joining me, and if you’re out of the 1360 listening area, you can go to the website – http://1360khnc.com
It’s Springtime in the Rockies and I have never been more excited than I am about Spring, 2018. It’s been clean up, declutter, and cleanse time, and I don’t just mean closets and cupboards.
God is at work in my heart and it’s astounding and marvelous. Just as the water turkeys, ducks and geese on the almost-thawed local lakes are going ahead with their visiting, fishing, and welcoming Spring before it’s quite upon us, I too am welcoming, ready for Spring. I am ready for newness, growth, surprises, adventure – transformation.
At the ripe young age of almost 60 (I love being older each year!) I have learned to embrace and give thanks for those things from my formative years which have stood me in good stead. And I am learning that each year I live is more a transformative year than was the year before.
But there is something in the air, something special about 2018. I believe the Love (God’s Agape) more than ever before and the Love is changing my heart, cleansing and decluttering my mind, transforming me.
It is, as I told my husband, John, as though God has me out in a river on a raft without sides or oars and He is taking me I know not where. I only know that it is somewhere good. And the price of the raft ticket was faith working through Love.
Transformation, cleansing, peace. The Bible says He put eternity in our hearts, and like so many of His marvelous mysteries, I don’t fully comprehend and understand this statement, and yet, how it speaks to me.
How He speaks to me – patiently, tirelessly, lovingly. Come along with me and be transformed. Faithless to fearless, touchy to tender, defensive to delighted, whiny to winner, grouchy to glad.
“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.” Thank you, Dearest Lord, for renewal, for transformation. Amen.
P.S. I’ll be going more deeply into transformation and ever so much more (like surviving church!) tomorrow, Friday the 23rd, at 2:00 MTN on http://www.1360am.co so please join in and call a friend. Thanks!
So much ado about nothing with Joy Behar. If Christians would choose to love an pray for people, and REFUSE, FLAT OUT REFUSE to be offended, and therefore DEFEATED by comments we simply don’t have time for, God might be able to get some things done, things like dominion.
We are called to take dominion over everything, including things that “creepeth”. Pastor Bill Winston jokes that we have dominion over creeps. We are not called to get distracted and disgusted by people who just don’ t know any different.
We are called to be as great and lovely ladies on white steeds watching over and gracing our given domains (personal domains demand dominion). We are called to know who we are – Queens of our Realms – and that Queens have Divine Right of Dominion (See Proverbs 31).
We don’t take dominion with our opinions. We take dominion with love And there’s this characteristic of Christians who walk in love – they’re funny, and they laugh at the funnies of others, even the ridiculousness of others.
To take dominion of the world must include having the attention of the world, having something they want. They don’t want or need any more offense or strife. But joy, laughter, light-heartedness – those make an impression. Those open ears and eyes. And hearts.
Dominion involves reaching hearts for Jesus, with the Love of Jesus. So, if our hearts are full of disgust and disdain and disagreement with and for those who don’t know Him, and can therefore not possibly act like Him, the only dominion being taken is by Satan Himself.
DEATH TO LIFE
We can go from death (best friends with unforgivness and taking offense) to Life (walks hand in hand with Love) by CHOOSING to obey God, CHOOSING to accept the freedom from slavery (unforgiveness and taking offense are slavery) Jesus bought on the Cross.
That’s the bottom line.
TRICKY PASTOR’S WIVES
My sister-in-law is a pastor’s wife (yep, my brother is a pastor) who has this tricky thing she does to deal with all the nastiness Satan sends her way – he has special emissaries for pastor’s wives. She laughs. Lots. And often at herself.
One of the things I love most about the church we (John, me, kids) attend is our pastor’s wife. She’s another tricky one – she tricks Satan all the time by seeing the humor in everything. She is funny and fun, and she gets a real kick out of life. That mindset turns Satan’s little schemes upside down.
So, I say rather than being the tricked, we become the tricky!
P.S. Join John and me today , Friday the 19th of March on The Home Front Show at 2:00 Mountain Time. Go to 1360am.co and be inspired and uplifted and BLESSED!
Great things can happen when you wake up at 2:00 AM. But only if you go with it, getting past the thoughts of the next day’s demands and schedule. Asking why none of my sleep-ensurers worked is not “going with it”. I didn’t drink any coffee, I exercised, I accomplished so much, I drank herbal tea and read my Bible before bedtime. Why?
Giving up on going back to sleep, at 3:20 I got up and read beautiful scriptures from my new Passion Bible, and I prayed and sang psalms and got a drink of water. I made myself a cozy nest on the couch and when my eyes began burning I settled down to try again for sleep, pushing away those nagging thoughts about the 6:00 a.m. alarm.
Didn’t work. “What is it you want, Lord,” I asked. No writing on the wall in letters of fire, but I did begin thinking of people needing prayer and one by one prayed for them. And I began remembering the greatness of His love for me, as evidenced by the endless blessings of my life.
Suddenly I went from wishing I could go to sleep to realizing that I could just get up and get ready and be to the coffee shop by the time it opened, at 6:00. I asked God for supernatural restoration of sleep, and quietly got ready to go to town, where I would meet first my lovely daughter at the coffee shop, and later a dear friend at Young’s Vietnamese restaurant for lunch.
Bindle’s Coffee Shop (the above photo was taken at Bev’s coffee shop) in Fort Collins has a little back cozy nook and I snagged it, then made the choice (always a mistake) of ordering decaf. Shoulda gone for the herbal tea. I settled in to read “motivational” books full of great wisdom and powerful ideas, and always there was this nagging thought, this heretical idea that . . . maybe . . . “success” as defined by the experts is for those living on a plebian plane, one those of us who live at the highest place, answering the greatest of callings, must resist.
Resistance is required to rise above a drive to “success” and unto a call to world-building. I am not here to “reach my destiny” or to “make use of my talents.” Not even in pursuit of God’s call on my life. I am not here to be driven, by my thankless self, to performance. I am here to be led in Love to love.
And so, as I hear these voices telling me what I should do, how I should go for my dreams, how I must be passionate, something seems amiss. How bizarre to think you can manufacture passion for that about which you have no passion!
“To whom much has been given, much is required.” OK. But might it be that those two muches aren’t the same? Much has been given to me in many areas. But the Much required of me is faith – the faith to simply follow, simply be led, simply get on board with God and go wherever He says, without any regard whatsoever to what it looks like to other people.
So, while the programming, the ever-insidious programming, says that the kids are raised and it’s time to do something else, circumstances say otherwise. I am still the Queen of the Castle, and there are still residents of the castle, and residents without the castle, who need my time and my attention.
I am daily made aware of yet another person who covets my prayers, who appreciates my listening ear, who wears an invisible sign reading: PLEASE MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU.
Even as I write these words, I am reminded of someone who awaits my call; I am troubled by news of a friend’s child who has lost his way, and is trying to make everyone else feel as awful about him as does he himself. Pray.
The conversations around me in the coffee shop pierce my heart – a mother crying out to a friend for advice and help regarding her very unhappy little girl, who comes home from school more and more withdrawn, harder and harder to reach and to understand. Stories from both moms about untenable situations at school, about teachers with harmful attitudes, about the difficulties for introverts, etc.
I wanted to talk to them about homeschooling, but there was no opening or leading. And it seems to me that the Holy Spirit is telling me to hone in with laser focus on those closest to me. The queen must not lose her inner circle in looking over the heads and hearts of those right in front of her.
I teach a class at church with an attendance of one. One special person entrusted to me via the Holy Spirit’s leading of my pastor and his wife. I do a radio show once a week to an audience of I know not how many or how few. What I know is God put the show in my lap, he put this one special young woman in my class, and most of all, he gave me a Queendom of husband and children. Family.
It is pride, it is insecurity, IT IS FEAR, it is grief to God, for me to be driven to go after more, at the expense of all parties.
I have a husband and children and grandchildren who need prayer and love and a listening ear and an attentive heart. I have friends and the children of friends who seek my support and love. There and beloved neighbors and friends who know they’re loved via my hospitality. My church family is full of brave and uncomplaining souls whose smiles hide a multitude of troubles, whose hearts cry out for true fellowship. There is an entire radio audience in need of prayer, and of wisdom from God via my lips.
Also, I have myself to nurture and rest and refresh. But again, the programming. Deep down when it comes right down to it, I am “just” a homemaker. John Seymour says in Forgotten Household Crafts, “In the great ages of the world the home was held sacred and so it must be again or we have no future on this earth.” I know this is true, and yet . . .
Perhaps all those great motivators, all those quotes from the rich and famous about success, are for those who haven’t already been put in the highest and most eternally effective place and calling of all, daily living out battle upon battle, always ultimately victorious. When He’s the author of my life.
Led, not driven. Free to love, not enslaved by a lack consciousness. On an adventure with my Maker, not worrying about “wasting” time doing things that don’t get me to “my goals.”
His unforced rhythms of grace rather than my stumbling steps to goals I “should” be persuing.
This is a new year. This is a new day. Let our beginnings and endings be His. Let every single day be full of Love surprises, adventures, and scary escapades in faith.
Thanks for joining me,
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Life is once again colorful. The cloud I’ve been struggling and smothering under has made life as grey and bleak as a cold and cloudy day. It’s the cloud of fear.
Fear is the world’s currency, as faith is the currency of the Kingdom of God. After a two-year struggle with fear in a certain area, I am free indeed.
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