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Psalm 11:5b

Psalm 11:5b “But the wicked and the one who loves violence, His [God’s] soul hates.”
[Here is one of those seeming paradoxes of the Bible: God loves all yet hates the wicked. Here are three possible understandings among several, all of them true:
–He hates what they do, but loves them as His creatures;
–He loves them, but when they refuse to come under His protection by surrendering to Christ, they fall under His hatred for sin;
–or here He is speaking of Satan and his hoard of demons.
All of them are true. The certainty is that, in God’s character there are no contradictions: He hates sin and will punish it yet found a way (an extremely expensive one) to redeem sinners within this context.
Psalm 11:6 “Upon the wicked He will rain coals; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.”
[As part of your plan to eliminate evil, you, Lord God, will in your justice justly punish rebellious evil doers–those who refuse your gracious forgiveness and instead love violence, those who hate what is good, those who refuse to believe you and accept Truth.
This is what you did in Sodom and Gomorrah, what you did in Canaan to those who rejected you, and what you will do to all those who refuse your offer of goodness and grace. There can be no justice without the punishment of evil.
 
But this does not negate your gracious and good heart, Lord, wanting every man to come into your family, your Kingdom, your plans. Thank you for including us. May we never forget your undeserved, counter-conditional, illogical and unimaginable forgiveness and love and rest in it.]
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Psalm 11:5

 
“His eyes behold, His eyelids test the sons of men. The Lord tests the righteous,” Psalm 11:5
[You watch every person, you follow each one, giving opportunities for belief to the not-yet-sons and daughters.
 
And to your children, who have been granted the righteousness of Christ, you give tests that are possibilities to grow, to give you glory and to display grace.
Ah, Lord, help us to remember that difficulties, disappointments, danger and discouragement are tests, each one an opportunity to take up your grace, rise up in praise and defeat the enemy on his own ground.
Help us to follow you on the path that you have laid out for us. May we not fail in these tests but cooperate with you and join you for your glory!
 
Help us today to live in the light of your lavish love, trusting in your great and glorious goodness in each trial, fulfilling the purpose of our lives by offering the sacrifice of thanksgiving in all.]
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Fingerprint 2

Nancy’s Story
 
FINGERPRINT – PART TWO
 
Dr. Luke scribbled out a note between surgeries on February 21, 1992. He stapled it closed, sealed it in a Bach Christian Hospital envelope, and gave it to his colleague, Naz. After a journey on rugged roads, Naz would deliver the envelope with its explosive joyful contents twelve hours later.
 
As Naz began his journey, 15-year-old Razwana was on her own journey. She crept home from Bach hospital through a crowded bazaar with her aunty, Surat Jan. She clutched a woolen shawl around her to cover her pain and shame. A full-term baby had just been pulled out of her by forceps. A baby unwillingly conceived through rape.
 
Blood from the placental site in her womb was soaking through the cotton wool pad under her baggy pants. Strips of cloth bound around her to conceal her swollen breasts restricted her breathing. Thirsty and dazed from blood loss, she stumbled and grabbed for her aunt’s arm.
 
The plan concocted by Razwana’s mother and aunt to survive the dishonor of the pregnancy was a masterpiece of deceit. They would blame the girl’s ill health and hospital stay on high blood pressure and a urinary tract infection. Her mother would conceal bloody pads in plastic bags and carry them to Surat Jan’s for burning. Despite her wretched condition, Razwana would do her house chores so that things appeared normal.
 
The long game involved snaring a husband inexperienced in sex for Razwana, one who would be oblivious to her lack of virginity. Her Muslim groom would not see her before the wedding, so Razwana’s depression and neurotic behavior would be unknown to him. Her terror at the prospect of sex was irrelevant. A son, a second one, would solve all their problems.
 
Three hundred twenty-five miles away from the drama in Razwana’s home on the Karakoram Highway, my husband and I were teaching the Bible to Pakistanis in the Thal Desert region.
 
After five years of marriage and a long season of infertility, Don and I had opened our hearts to the possibility of adoption. We had added our names to lists at a couple of Christian Hospitals in Pakistan, lists of those wanting to adopt babies.
 
When our screen door slammed shut on the chilly evening of February 22, 1992, we were about to learn how good and generous God is.
 
Don walked into the front room, locked eyes with me, and pressed a small envelope into my hand. It was unopened. “This just came with Naz from Bach.”
 
Standing together in our living room, we opened the envelope and eased the staple off the letter. Hunched over the small note written by Dr. Luke one day earlier in anticipation of a birth, we read, “Baby due sometime in the next few days…they say they will not keep it…available to you…Can you care for it? “
 
In our joy, a verse came to mind: “As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result,to preserve many people alive.” (Genesis 50:20 NASB)
 
To be continued…
 
Picture: the new born boy
 
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Taste

Yesterday ended with a dissatisfying taste, an emptiness which I tried at first to banish with reading and popcorn. But then you, Lord, led me in the right path, reminding me to praise you for this unpleasant sensation, as this emptiness was a reminder that my soul finds rest in you alone—and the right response is to offer the sacrifice of thanksgiving!
Therefore I praise you now, Lord Jesus, for this emptiness that reminds me of the wonder and stability of knowing you, of being a child of the eternal living God. You give us all we need for life and godliness and I can praise you for both the pleasant and the painful, no matter what comes.
As it says in Psalm 11:3, “If the foundations are destroyed, What can the righteous do?”
[When everything seems to fall apart, we can look away to you, Lord God, the only sure foundation in all of existence. We can rejoice in your character, rest in your love, live in your wisdom. The instability of the world only serves to highlight the surety of your character: Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and forever!]
Psalm 11:4-5 “The Lord is in His holy temple, The Lord’s throne is in heaven;”
[You, Lord, are ever ruling, ever awake, ever alert. Nothing escapes your notice and you always act in inexorable positive power at exactly the right time. You rule wisely, wonderfully, willfully. You are moving events to the great conclusion of history, sweeping as many as are willing into your Kingdom and taking us with you, while giving those who aren’t willing multiple opportunities as well.]
 
Help us today to join you in this great plan of redemption and restoration. Help us to offer the sacrifice of thanksgiving in all.

The Eyes of God

Rev 1:13-14 “…among the lamp stands was someone like a son of man, dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire.”
 
Your eyes, Lord Jesus, are both fiery and forgiving; your heart both loving and giving. Yours acts of righteous grace cause mercy to triumph over justice; your gracious thoughts are unbelievable, returning only good for the evil we have done.
You are consistently, faithfully at work, turning the kingdom of this world right side up, starting within us. You have rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the Kingdom of Light, and now you are teaching us to see things as you do: to rejoice in persecution; to offer thanks in difficulty; to understand that in mercy you chasten all those you love.
With you there is hope, there is meaning and purpose, a future with the certainty of an eternity in joy. Praise you for the foretaste we can have now in your Word as we gaze upon your grace and beauty, and are consistently transformed more and more into your image by the Spirit of power (2 Cor. 3:18).
You, Lord Jesus, are truly worthy of worship, love, glory and honor, both now and forever more. May we honor you all through this day with obedience to what we know to be true.
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More Autobio

Chapter 61 An Angry Man
The Lord has interesting ways of exposing the next area of sin He wants to deal with in my life. One day when I was coming home from teaching, I walked up the driveway to our house and noticed that there was something different about our car. I looked more closely and saw that the pinstripes I’d bought a few days before had been put on.
 
Deep inside me the heat of anger began to rise. I had been looking forward to putting these pinstripes on the car myself, and now that pleasure had been taken from me. Plus it hadn’t been done that well; some of the stripes were a bit wavy.
 
I stormed into the house, “Who put those pinstripes on the car?!!!” I demanded loudly.
 
“I did,” said Josh, cringing a bit, surprised at my anger. “Don’t they look nice?”
 
“Yes they do, but I wanted to put them on! And they’re not straight!” I was now shouting. “When are you going to learn to ask before doing things?” I said, shaking my finger at Josh.
 
Poor Josh had inadvertently tapped into my reservoir of anger, stored up from all my frustrations, disappointments, unpleasant encounters, worry, tiredness and pride. He unknowingly pushed the button and out it all came.
 
This was not the first time such angry outbursts had happened in our home; they were all too frequent in my life. Sometimes I took out my frustration on things. I’d demolished more than one basket by punching it, and had ruined Barbara’s iron by slamming it down on the table.
 
Now it was time to deal with my anger. The Lord knew that difficult times lay ahead and He needed to prepare me for them.
 
He was ready to free me from the grip that anger had on my life and this “pinstripe” incident was just the thing He used to pin me down.
 
After I had calmed down and apologized to Josh, he said, “That’s ok, Dad, we all make mistakes!” Here he was, being the adult while I was playing the child’s role in venting my selfish emotions! That brought me up short.
 
I thought of how often I’ve said to someone, “You made me angry!” But the reality is that the other person simply revealed my own selfish, idol-worshiping, ungodly heart. I had already “made myself angry” with a wrong response to previous situations, and now it had leaked over into this one.
 
The Lord used several things to rescue me from this pit of anger. First, He gave me a mental picture, a metaphor of how I ended up with these outbursts of anger. My soul is like a clear, empty Turkish tea glass. As I go through my day, negative events put drops of disappointment, frustration, unhappiness and impatience into that glass.
 
Soon it is full of acidic self-centered, unprocessed anger. So when someone “bumps” into me by doing something I don’t like, what spills over onto them from the glass is this acid. They get a reaction much bigger than the situation warrants.
 
Some people are better than others at balancing their tea glass to keep it from spilling: hiding their anger, stuffing it, or denying it. But it eventually comes out in some way. I was not good at keeping it balanced, and tended to spill it too often.
However, the Lord showed me that if, at the end of the day, I take the tea glass of my soul and pour out all the anger acid that has accumulated, it is then clean and empty, ready to be filled with the Holy Spirit for a new day.
 
The Lord taught me to do this through journaling. Often I did not know what was bothering me when I felt negative and pressured, but as I began to write about my emotions in my journal, out came things that I’d forgotten, or hadn’t realized were affecting me.
 
Sometimes a chance word from someone had hurt me and I needed to go to the Lord about that, first expressing my anger in my journal, and then going on to process my anger.
 
This meant forgiving the person, praising God for allowing the incident and applying some Scripture that brought me both comfort and perspective. After that, with my soul empty of resentment, I would be ready for a good night’s sleep.
 
At the beginning of the next day, during my quiet time I could fill the clean and emptied tea glass of my soul with the Word and the Holy Spirit. Then, when I was “bumped” by others during the day, what would spill over on them was the grace of God. I was slow at learning this, but continual journaling took me step by step in the right direction. And the Lord had more steps for me to take.
 
picture: a pin stripe for anger
 
 
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Position

 
Lord Jesus, my God and Lord, my King and Master, my Savior and Shepherd, you have undeservedly set us, your illogically adopted children, in such a wide and wonderful positive position:
 
of light and love,
of grace and goodness,
of beauty and brightness,
of care and color, like the scene below.
You have brought us into a place of belonging, where all depends on your faithfulness, your gracious heart and your ever-flowing spring of love that waters all relationships, washing away the stains of selfishness and shame of failure.
From your deep forgiveness-filled eyes,
from your pure, grace-giving lips,
from your powerful, health-bestowing hands,
flow the messages of acceptance,
cleansing,
delight
and favor.
 
In your presence we, who deserve only eternal banishment from your presence, are dearly loved, deeply cared for, doted on and delighted in.
This is not because of anything we are or have done, but because of all you are, Lord Jesus:
the King of Grace,
the Lord of Love,
the Savior of sinners
and Ruler of Restoration.
 
In you all is made right, all harm is transformed, all wrong will be righted in the end. So we can choose to rest in you, so that “the God of hope can fill us with all joy and peace as we trust in Him.” Rom 15:13
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Psalm 11:2

Psalm 11:2 “For look! The wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow on the string, that they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart.”
[If I fly to temporal help, I make myself vulnerable to attacks of the enemy. If I set my heart on a desired solution rather than God’s glory, I have made myself open to attack, to loss, to failure, pain and in the end death.
However, if I set my heart on praising you, Lord, rather than on having my way, my desire, my plan, than you will shield my head in the day of battle.
I may not get what I desire, but I will be able to exalt your name in praise, fulfilling the purpose you have for my life and live in the freedom of knowing you will do what is best.
What a privilege to live for you, my Great King, the Ruler of the universe, Spinner of the Earth, Bringer of the dawn, Beginner and Ender of time. You are the One to be exalted, praised, honored and worshiped.
So I bow before you now in surrender, I will rise up before you to obey you this day with all my heart. May the meditations of my heart and the words of my mouth be pleasing to you, my mighty Rock and my Redeemer. (Ps. 19:14)]
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Nancy’s Story

FINGERPRINT (Part I) – Nancy Rempel
 
Mrs. Mahsud squeezed her 15-year-old daughter, Razwana’s arm like a vice grip as they hurried out of the mission hospital. February temperatures in northern Pakistan had dipped to near freezing, but their brows were wet with sweat.
 
The smell of delicious beef kababs wafted in the air as the pair threaded their way through the crowds of Al Marjan market. Bundled in several layers of woolen clothing, they kept their eyes down, imagining everyone knew their secret.
 
A tsunami of emotions and thoughts frothed inside Mrs. Mahsud as they scrambled home. How had they all missed it? Her unmarried daughter was 36 weeks pregnant, and she had to find out through a foreign infidel nurse? She had spat out Razwana’s future to nurse Anitra, “She will go home to her grave.” In the Islamic Republic of Pakistan, unwed pregnant girls are dead people walking. According to Islam such a girl should be killed to cleanse the honor of the family.
 
Anitra’s words, like a life raft in a storm, had trailed behind them as Mrs. Mahsud had marched her daughter out of the examination room, “Wait…can help…delivery here…complete secrecy.”
 
Razwana’s maternal aunt, Surat Jan, slid the chain off the inside of her door to let her sister and niece. She studied their faces and pushed them into a private room. Cossetted there, the three of them did what Muslim women do best. They schemed how to survive.
 
For two weeks, amidst lies and excuses, Mrs. Mahsud kept the rest of the family in the dark about the pregnancy and the rape. Paralyzed between maternal instinct and family honor.
 
With the birth imminent and Razwana’s blood pressure at dangerous levels, Surat Jan grabbed her niece and made a run for the life raft at the mission hospital.
 
Nurse Anitra spotted Razwana and her aunt in the patient lineup and ushered them into a private room. Any one of the locals could have identified them. Maybe already had.
 
Razwana was malnourished and terrified. Too exhausted to protest the prayers of the Pakistani nurses gathered in her room. Prayers in the name of Jesus.
 
After two days of deliberation and waiting, Anitra induced Razwana’s labor. Things progressed well during the first stage of labor but then ground to a halt. The baby was stalled in the birth canal. Anitra used Wrigley’s forceps to guide the baby’s head and body out of the birth canal and into the world. The tiny boy cried out quietly as if he too sensed the danger.
 
Razwana never looked at her baby. Tears welling up in her dark eyes slid down her cheeks when she had turned her head away. While Anitra repaired minor injuries to Razwana from the delivery, nurses whisked the baby off to a secret location.
 
Hospital staff prepared legal forms reflecting the family’s wishes to put the baby up for adoption. A staff member took Razwana’s right hand and rolled her index finger on an ink pad before pressing it on the line marked “Mother of Baby.” As the fingerprint dried on the form, Razwana and Surat Jan slipped out of the hospital compound, afraid to breathe. This drama had just begun.
 
“And looking at them Jesus said to them,
‘With people this is impossible,
but with God all things are possible.’”
(Matthew 19:26 NASB)
 
Picture: walking in shame and fear of the future

Psalm 11:1

This was an appropriate message for me when I wrote this several years ago, as I was down with a severe bout of vertigo, unable to be up, having to cancel all my plans–an opportunity to join God in His plans!
Psalm 11:1 “In the Lord I put my trust;”
[Yes, Lord, I willfully choose to trust you, not myself, not people, not circumstances, not power, nor politicians. You alone are the One to rest in, for you alone are All-powerful, All-knowing, All-seeing All-present, and All-loving.
Therefore, I choose to praise you in and for all things, including my vertigo. Why? Because all the proof we need for trusting you, Lord, is found in your faithful, sinless, pure and positive character, displayed in the rich outpouring of your Love in the death and resurrection of the Lord Jesus. Therefore, I choose to trust you.]
“How can you say to my soul, ‘Flee as a bird to your mountain’?”
[No mountain will save me, no mountain will love me, no mountain is impregnable. Only You, Lord God Almighty, are the actual, adequate, all-protecting refuge and strength needed; you alone are my High Tower, my Mighty Rock and my Stronghold.
To you, Lord, I will flee when worry, fear, danger, sickness or loss threaten. To you I will offer the sacrifice of thanksgiving—praising you when it costs me, when I don’t feel like it–thereby honoring you and opening the way for your salvation to come to me. Your help is all I need. Knowing you is enough for joy!
 
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