
Custer State Park, South Dakota

There are days in my life that don’t feel very victorious; how about you?
There are also days when I’m not feeling all that strong or confident in the future; maybe you have those days also.
I’ve lived life long enough to begin to recognize that there’s a pattern to those kinds of feelings and days, for you see those days are days in which I am focused on the things of this world. OK, nothing crazy here, just ordinary things like the job, the newspaper, the bills, the kids, the leak in the roof, the weeds outside… No, I don’t feel terribly victorious on those days.
There are other times though, times when the obvious victory causes me not even to notice that other stuff. These are times when I actually handle the cares of this life better; I get more accomplished and do a better job of it… Maybe you’ve had this experience too.
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:55-57
What are the problems of everyday life compared to eternal life? What are life’s discouragements compared to relationship with the one who conquered death? What is earthly life as a “slave to the system” compared to life on this earth as a servant of the Most High God?
It’s all a matter of perspective and focus isn’t it? Where is my focus today, is it on problems or is it on Jesus?
Today is a new opportunity for all of us; let’s make this a great day!
One time we went to a barbecue at the home of some friends and I stepped away to have a look at the lake where I took this picture with my phone. It was still and surprisingly cool for July. As I stood there, I couldn’t help but think of the words of the Psalmist:
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Psalm 23:1-4 (KJV)
I guess there are just some times when He seems nearer than others; for me these times are early in the morning and in the stillness of the evening.
Yes, He is there.
Of course He’s there the rest of the time too, but it just seems like He’s easier to notice in those still times… maybe it’s just because things are still. His presence is one of the greatest blessing a person can find in this life, one that I am thankful for.
Isn’t it funny, have you noticed this too? The things I’m most thankful for are things that don’t cost a cent!

I’m not really sure why they made this- it’s always seemed like a crazy idea to me to dangle sculptors over the side of a cliff to make a huge sculpture, but they did it. It seems that the idea was to encourage tourism in the area, and they certainly succeeded in doing that. In the end, they not only created a tourist destination in the Black Hills of South Dakota, they not only created a National Monument, they created a national icon.
Yet it was no easy task. The idea was floated in 1923 but the first figure, that of President Washington, wasn’t finished until 1930, and the whole project wasn’t completed until 1941.
I just spent a week in the Black Hills; my first trip there as it happened, and I must say there is a great deal to see without Mount Rushmore- the natural beauty of the place is simply stunning, even for me, and I have a hard time seeing things at all. Yet with that said, there is something about this place…

We were going to visit there last Monday; that was the plan anyway, but there was a 2 hour wait to get in, there were so many people from all over the world who wanted to see it, or should I say, who wanted to experience it? I dipped into my bag of National Monument tricks and we returned at sunup on Tuesday and had the place almost to ourselves: That is the way to see things like this… and should you ever visit Washington, DC in the high summer season, it’s the only way to visit the National Mall and all of those monuments as well (no extra charge for that great tip).
At dawn the air is cool, the lighting is amazing- and changing. You can hear the birds in the trees, and in this place, you will have the chance to see other wildlife in the woods that are never far away, and you won’t have a view in between the heads of hundreds of thousands of your friends and neighbors…
Most of all for me, Mount Rushmore, whatever you may think about it, and it has its critics, it seems a great example of something that goes all the way back to the Garden in Genesis 1 and 2. God’s creative handiwork is all around you, and there are few places on earth where His Creativity is more exquisite. On display right in the middle is the creativity God gave to Man as part of what it means to be created in His image: God and Man combining together to bring about something unique, and in its way, amazing.
It’s worth the trip.
Countless generations have come to understand their need for mercy; countless generations have found it. Ours is no different.
Of course there have always been those who think they do not need it, and these are a sad lot. They reject the one thing they need most of all; their pride defeats them.
I see better things for all of you, for the very fact that you have taken time to look at this post would indicate that you are not so proud as to think that God’s mercy is beneath you. You, dear reader will see a greater future than those who are blinded by pride, for you will seek God’s favor and find it though our Lord Jesus Christ.
Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.
Psalm 51:1-2
May all of us fall on our knees and pray like this with the hope and expectancy that our God will hear our prayer, and that the work of Jesus Christ on the cross will suffice for our cleansing before God. May we also rise from this prayer filled with hope, joy and love for our neighbors, and may that hope, joy and love suffice for us to share His Good News with them.
The Old Testament book of Ruth is often used as a women’s Bible study, and I can see why when it shows the amazing faith of a young widow named Ruth. Yet, I think it is even better as a study for men, since the male lead is a real man’s man: Boaz. Both characters show what faith is in action, both main characters demonstrate godly humility, devotion and service, and as I see it, the take away from the story is one that each one of us can learn from. What does a godly woman look like? Take a look at Ruth. What does a godly man look like? Take a look at Boaz… and guess what guys; Boaz didn’t have to turn in his “man card” to faithfully follow God.
The story begins in the days of the Judges, when God was the only King in Israel. While the text doesn’t say which one of the judges was in office at the time, scholars tend to think that it must have been early in that period, since our text does not say “when there was no king” (Ruth 1:1). In any case, it seems that there was a famine in the land that should have been flowing with milk and honey.
It is important for us to bear in mind that famines were not supposed to happen, and that if one did occur, there were more problems in the land than just a famine. In the Law, God linked His statutes with blessings and curses; there would be blessings when the people obeyed the Law, curses when they did not, and one of those curses was famine (Lev. 26:19). That there was a famine in the land is indicative of disobedience afoot. It would seem that the situation became so bad that people were leaving Bethlehem, headed for more favorable areas where they could find food.
In our story, we find a man named Elimelech, his wife Naomi and their sons Mahlon and Kilion. As most of you know, it is always a good idea to find out what Bible names mean, and this is especially true in the Old Testament, so let’s see… Elimelech means my God a King, Naomi means amiable or pleasant, and their sons’ names mean sickness and consumption. Perhaps the boys were sickly children, unlikely to live long lives; certainly, if I wanted to go “old school” with you, I’d say that the lesson is that out of an amiable and pleasant life comes sickness and consumption (the old name for tuberculosis) but when do I ever go “old school” here?
Off they go to Moab, the land of the Moabites just across the Jordan River, which isn’t really very far from Bethlehem, at least in terms of highway miles. Even so, it must have been night and day when it comes to the availability of food. Understand that for a Jew to leave the Promised Land to live among the gentile Moabites was a very big deal, and this family must have been very desperate to do this.
The family lived in Moab for 10 years. During this time, Elimelech died, and then the two sons married local Moabite women, and in turn each of the sons died leaving Naomi alone with her two daughters in law. No reasons are given for the deaths of the men, but one thing is very clear: These events were disastrous. For a woman, or three women, to be left alone in the world without a man or an extended family in those days meant that one of three things would very shortly happen: The woman would find a man to marry, she would become a prostitute, or she would starve. Thus Naomi, Orpah and Ruth were in very deep trouble as our passage draws to a close. What will they do?
We pick up the story in the midst of calamity for Naomi and her two daughters in law. All of their husbands have died and they have no way to earn a living in Moab without them and something must be done− and done quickly. Naomi resolves to return to Bethlehem, since she has heard that the famine has passed and the fields are once again producing in abundance. She announces to Orpah and Ruth that she intends to return home, and urges them to return to their families, in the hope that they will be taken in, but they protest. The text does not tell us exactly why they protested so much; what Naomi has urged upon them makes all the sense in the world; their only chance is to be reunited with their extended families… but will they have them back? Maybe Orpah and Ruth have just become so attached to Naomi that they can’t bear to part and would prefer to take their chances back in Bethlehem, where there are certainly no guarantees that they will be accepted, since they are not Israelites.
Naomi’s thinking is pretty simple; she is too old to marry again, and even if she did she may be past childbearing. Even so, if she could bear more sons, and found a man who would take her as a wife in his old age, Orpah and Ruth can’t wait around for years on end while the sons grew up. No, their only hope would be to return to their families and hope for another chance. Orpah finally sees reason and heads back to her clan, but Ruth, well that is another matter.
For whatever reason, Ruth declares her unyielding intention to stick by Naomi, to worship the God of Israel and to go where ever Naomi goes and to share her fate. Seeing Ruth’s determination, Naomi gives in and lets her travel with Naomi to Bethlehem and an uncertain fate.
What will happen to them when they return? Will the family take Naomi in after all these years of living among the Moabites? Without a doubt, many families would turn their backs on her at this point, particularly with a gentile in tow. When they arrive, the people in Bethlehem are amazed to see them. Naomi tells the women (for men did not normally speak to unattached women) that they should call her Mara from now on, which means bitter, for God had turned against her.
Interesting isn’t it? From Naomi, which means amiable or pleasant, to Mara which means bitter because of all the family calamity she had suffered. The chapter ends with the notice that they had arrived just as the barley harvest was beginning.
A few years ago I visited this little town in the mountains of West Virginia. The surrounding scenery is beautiful, everywhere I went I could hear birds singing happily. There were few cars, little modern-day clutter, and clear blue skies. As I was walking around, I saw this particular scene and had to get a picture; such apparent tranquility.
The whole place is tranquil now, but you can clearly see that these buildings have been there for quite some time as has the entire town. It has not always been so tranquil…
I took this picture only yards away from a place made famous by Thomas Jefferson who visited the area two centuries ago and wrote about it in a famous book, drawing visitors from as far away as Europe to see the magnificent view. Later the U.S. government built an arsenal here. In 1859 a man named John Brown led an assault on this town seeking to capture over 10,000 muskets to arm slaves to revolt against their masters, an attack which though it failed, so provoked passions that Civil War would soon follow. During that war, this town, Harper’s Ferry, was captured eight times with many thousands being killed in the process. Today it is a National Park.
It is certainly true that the town of Harper’s Ferry has a past, but then isn’t the same true for all of us?
Each of us also has a past, some of it is good, some of it may not be so good. The question is not what our past has been, but rather what the present and future look like. For any person in Christ, the past is forgiven and over with; it has been buried with Christ as the Bible says. Sadly, some of us still cling to the past; maybe it’s time for us to arise in newness of life as Harper’s Ferry has done. No matter how turbulent our lives have been in the past, we can, in Christ, arise to a new life filled with His glory, purpose and peace. We must learn from the past, and follow our Lord into the future each and every day of our lives, and if we do this then we too canl spend the rest of our earthly days in His peace.
A lot of people I know only think of the summer time as hot and muggy; I think they might be missing something…
I’ve always thought of summer as a glorious time, but I must admit that early on that was just because I didn’t have to go to school.
I took a drive the other day, and summer’s story was all around. You could see it in the backyard BBQ’s where friends and family were gathered together. You could see it in the small town festivals where communities are gathered. You can see it in the church VBS announcements where little kids will hear all about Jesus, and their parents and other adults will experience godly service for others.
You can see summer’s stories driving through farm country and seeing growing green fields as far as the horizon in every direction. No, don’t say that is a boring sight! This is where men and God work together to feed the nations and I daresay we’d all notice if it wasn’t going on. Summer is a time when many have a chance to relax and recharge, to vacation with family and to just slow down a bit. You can sit outside in the evening and hear the symphony of the land, the late calls of birds and the rustle of leaves in the trees, and you can enjoy the sight of the tiger lilies bright orange all around.
Yes, I’d say summer has a lot to tell if anybody cares to notice.