LOVE FIRST…LOVE MOST

Do you have someone who does not like you? Maybe they hate you or have hurt you? Have they become an enemy by choice…theirs, yours, or mutual?

Can you ever forgive them? Will you forgive them? How? When? Why?

God’s Word teaches us that when a tree falls, it cannot be undone. If it falls to the south, it fell to the south. If the tree falls to the north, it fell to the north. The Bible is not giving a lesson about falling trees or a lecture on forestry. This is an illustration about life. Once the tree falls, there is no profit in questioning what if it fell in a different direction.

When something happens in your life outside of your control, there is no benefit to you or to anyone else to complain and moan and grieve over what might have been. There is no advantage to spending your thoughts on what if a certain thing had not happened the way it did. If the cut tree has fallen, it is down. It can never be put back in place the way it was or the way you would want it to be.

There are two options in your response to where the tree fell. You can get angry about it, but it will never change what happened. Or you can forgive and figure out how to make the best of an undesired situation. A response of unforgiveness can do more damage than where “the unforgiven tree” fell.

The #1 Textbook never discounts the hurt in a life’s story; it just highlights the theme of forgiveness in every chapter. Forgiveness is not an acknowledgment that what the other person said or did was “ok.” Neither does forgiveness make the other person instantaneously “likeable.” That person might never become your BFF.

Forgiveness frees the other person from our resentment and revenge. More importantly, it frees us from the control of an unforgiving heart.

Every day and in almost every way, forgiveness is the last hurdle for loving others. “Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely ideal until they have something to forgive.” (C. S. Lewis)

We usually choose cold hatred that ends up with emotional execution of the enemy. The relationship is over. The only matter left to be determined is the cost of the severance.

I was the pastor at a new church where many of the people considered me their enemy. God thought this was the perfect place and people to teach me how to better practice what I preached.

“But God, being rich in mercy loved us because of His great love while we were still enemies to showcase the immeasurable riches of His goodness to us.” Then God told us “love your enemies.” (#1 Textbook).

God loved us first and most with extraordinary forgiveness and extravagant goodness.

Forgiveness is a divine act. God lives in us to lead us to others He intends to forgive through us.

Love forgives first and love forgives most. It eliminates the offense from the recycle setting in one’s mind and it releases the offender from any and all retribution. Clean record. No grudges. No bitterness. Love is the first to set aside every difference and all divisions.

Forgiveness treats the enemy as if they never hurt or hated you, even when they still do.

What? That’s impossible! Why would we want to let the other person off the hook without the hate of revenge and the hurt of retribution.

Why forgive? How do we forgive? What does forgiveness accomplish?

Why forgive? None of us likes to forgive. We prefer to rehearse the harm done to us rather than release it to God through forgiveness. We fail to see the self-inflicted damage caused by our unforgiveness.

None of us is perfect. We all need forgiveness. We all need to give forgiveness for there to be peace and harmony with others, and to soften our own hearts.

Most problems in life deal with the issue of forgiveness, some from the personal guilt of needing forgiveness, but primarily from blaming others we refuse to forgive.

We forgive others because it is the right thing to do. Who says? God does. It is repeated many times in the #1 Textbook.

An act of social media rage can unleash a torrential flood-like response of anger and hate. Rehearse and Curse. Rebuttals. Grievances. Suspicions. Rants. Name calling. Block. Distance. Revenge. Vendetta. War. Enemies forever.

We all embrace the tendency to build dividing walls of hostility for those we choose to dislike or disagree.

Forgiveness is the litmus test of love, the missing piece of the puzzle in most relationships. Construction of a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing can be extremely frustrating. The process is enormously difficult, if not impossible. Like working a jigsaw puzzle, forgiveness is a process. The sooner you start, the better the result.

The power to forgive others comes directly from God’s love for you. We are to forgive others in the same manner and for the same reason God has forgiven us and continues to forgive us—to sense the greatness and goodness of His love.

How do we do it? Be the FIRST to trash the negative attitude and feelings. “Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malicious hatred” (#1 Textbook).

Then, love MOST by inserting the positive actions into the relationship. “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as God forgave you for Christ’s sake” (#1 Textbook).

Our purpose in life is to live and love like Jesus. “To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.” (C.S. Lewis)

Love Isn’t Easy (But It Sure Is Hard Enough) was an Abba song from the ’70s. The dance movements of loving an enemy are sometimes easy and sometimes hard.

Easy because dancing with an enemy has the same purpose and same direction with the same steps. Love First. Love Most.

Easy because God gives you the power to love and forgive.

Hard because the dance takes place on a battlefield.

Hard because uncooperative partners are more difficult.

Forgiveness of enemies is extremely challenging, but not impossible, because God lives in you to love your enemy through you.

The love movement needed first and most is forgiveness, the hardest part of the love dance.

Real enemies force love to go to higher and harder levels. Our enemies start on our permanent “never forgive” list, which also contains the secret codes for an emotional nuclear launch. Enemies, inside and outside the home, throw hurtful and hateful words around like hand grenades. Their actions hit the heart with the destructive force of a cruise missile.

We want the enemy to know how badly he or she has hurt us. Hey! The whole world needs to know. So, we carry around our burden of bitterness toward them as if it were chained to our soul. Some keep enemies on a watch list of unforgiveable persons, like the man who proudly showed me his “get-even” black book.

“Love keeps no record of wrongs…Love always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails” (#1 Textbook).

It is time to trash your “get-even” book. It is time to give your “hurt list” to God and nail it to the cross where all offenses are forgiven. Free up your mind and heart.

Be kind. Tenderhearted. Forgiving. Be loving.

Be more sympathetic and more supportive.

Do not debate, judge, or condemn. Arguments do not change people; the power of transformation is in a kind word of loving forgiveness.

If the relationship tree has fallen, the damage is done. Do not make it worse. It does not matter who is to blame. Make the best of the undesired situation.

Love forgives First. Love forgives Most. Forgiveness is free, full, and forever.

What does forgiveness accomplish?

Forgiveness might not change the other person’s behavior, but it will free your heart and your happiness. It pours out the love of Christ on someone who needs it.

Unforgiveness of enemies always hurts you the most. “Bitterness is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die” (Joanna Weaver).

Bitterness poisons our pain. It is never an antidote to the hurt; it only increases the damage. It cripples you emotionally. It negatively affects every other relationship.

Anger, bitterness, and unforgiveness are roadblocks to joy. Those imprisoned emotions only shrink the heart and chain life to the past. If you are bitter, admit it to God. He already knows. Ask God to heal the memories and ease the pain of the past.

Upon release from twenty-seven years of incarceration during the racial civil war in South Africa, Nelson Mandela spoke a much-needed reminder to each of us. “As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”

Do not allow some wall or prison to be your excuse. Bridges of love are far better than the dividing walls of enmity.

NOT GOING TO SUGARCOAT THIS: FORGIVENESS IS ALWAYS UNDESERVED. FORGIVENESS IS ALWAYS UNLIMITED, SO DO NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW MANY TIMES YOU MUST FORGIVE (#1 Textbook).

TO OVERLOOK, LOOK PAST, OR SET ASIDE THE HURTS DONE TO YOU BY OTHERS IS NOT EASY. TO LOVE AN ENEMY WITHOUT RESENTMENT, REVENGE, OR REPAYMENT WILL ALWAYS BE HARD, HUMBLING, AND COSTLY TO YOU.

However, the worth of lasting happiness far outweighs the cost.

You never show God’s love more than when you forgive the one who hurt you.

Forgiveness is a process. You probably need to get started. Forgive someone today. Begin with the hardest one to forgive. That person who hurt you deeply might be part of your family. Forgive them. God will help you.

Sometimes an easy love can become so hard. But it can be so right…so beautiful…so freeing…so joyful.

WINSDAY WISDOM REWIND 7: LET THEM EAT CAKE!

I stood in the corner alone as the short, elderly lady walked toward me with a piece of cake. This was a celebration party, but I was neither the one celebrating or being celebrated. I was hated.

Hated. Not like in the cultural world of social media where dislike buttons connect with spiteful memes or hurtful tweets. Not like closer to home where an angry child yells his disapproval of a parental decision. Not like a movie review or a political rant or a protest slogan.

Hated. Like the Arab Muslims and Jews. Like the Ukranians and Russians. Like the Hatfields and the McCoys. Like the Packers and Bears. Like Will Smith and Chris Rock. Like social media on steroids in a politically charged pandemic.

As the woman in the pink dress slowly strolled across the fellowship hall, our eyes met. Anxiety and anticipation had a domino effect which worsened and intensified as most of the crowd turned to watch this latest episode of Cake Wars. Why would she so graciously offer the elephant in the room a piece of cake?

She stopped in front of me, reached for my elbow, extended my arm, and opened my hand. Then she smiled as she placed the chocolate fudge cake inside my palm and closed my hand around it.

Was this act strategically planned or a spontaneous improvisation? Was it a reprisal of her portrayal of the Wicked Witch of the West? Apparently, she enjoyed her role and so did the audience. As the cake squished through my fingers, she patted me on the shoulder and asked if I liked cake.

Something happened in that moment which defied normalcy. With a slight wave from my dry hand and a nod of acknowledgment to the concerned onlookers, I whispered to the cake lady, “Thank you. I guess I needed that.”

She huffed and returned to the laughter of her proud crowd of onlookers who pressed her for encore reenactments of my stunned reaction.

I turned for the back door, dropped the cake into the trash can, found a paper towel, and slowly exited the room. I passed the stunned faces of my secretary and her husband who expressed their remorse for the incident. Elvis has left the building!

Fortunately, I did not make the situation worse with some angry remark or stupid reaction. It was even a greater blessing that my wife left for home earlier in the day to be with my parents, in town for a celebration with my favorite birthday cake. I remembered my wife’s instructions not to eat cake at the church event, but no restrictions were in place regarding wearing cake on my hands and clothes.

I resolved not to tell my wife or parents about the earlier events of the evening for fear my dad and my wife would be at the lady’s door waiting for her arrival. It would not have been a pretty sight.

Let them eat cake! The phrase is often attributed to Marie Antoinette, the last Queen of France before its Revolution. When she received the report that the impoverished people were starving because of lack of bread, her callous cold-hearted comment was, “Let them eat cake!”

The peasants reply to the out-of-touch, aristocratic royalty was, “Off with her head!”

Can you envision the two sides facing off in a stadium setting in a battle of competing slogans? Let them eat Cake! Off with her head! Let them eat cake! Off with her head!

I guess the Queen ate cake before she was carted off to the guillotine.

Presently, the flippant expression, “Let them eat cake!” is used to deny concern for someone’s problems, similar to saying, “I don’t care about what happens to those people.”

Let them eat cake! That is what I wanted to say that night, but the potential cake-eaters would not have understood the context. Besides, I had plenty of easily understandable words running through my mind. Thankfully, the Lord controlled my tongue!

I was four months into a new pastorate in a different state. The church had been without a pastor for over two years. The transition to my tenure did not go well. The complaint box was filled to overflowing. The gripe and grumble waiting line to the office extended out into the hall.

The very first day on the job included a visit from a woman I did not know. She delivered a handwritten list of five disappointments in my leadership, my one-day leadership. If she had just waited to get to know me, she could have filled a notebook.

Just for the record, how much does someone have to hate to say something before they actually do not say it? When people cannot say something kind, it would be nice if they had the decency to be vague.

I am far from perfect, but I had been very happy and blessed with loving and supportive parishioners in my previous pastoral ministries. At least, they were never mean to me or my family.

There were many kind and wonderful people in this new church, future lifelong friends. Their big hearts overflowed with love for God and my family. While they loved, others hated. The “cake incident” was only the tip of the iceberg. The early months played out in new physical, emotional, and spiritual territory for us. It was the House of Horrors.

The boring short version of the lowlights included people in positions of influence angrily leaving the church. A petition was circulated to fire me. It quickly collected enough signatures to carry the majority in the next business meeting vote. Disgruntled choir members loudly mocked me in song behind my back during the worship music. “Look how holy he is. He doesn’t even need a hymnal to sing the words. I heard he will be fired.”

Anonymous hate letters included various fonts and four-lettered words. The local chapter of the KKK felt the need to send their greetings. There was a handful of late-night calls with death threats to my wife and children. No kidding. No exaggeration.

From my perspective, the problem was deeply rooted in my desire for the church to express love for others in an inclusive manner regardless of racial, social, or cultural differences. I underestimated the history behind those challenges.

From the perspective of the disgruntled, the cause centered on dislike of my leadership and the grievances became innumerable. I was not what they were used to in the past and not what they wanted for the future. I understood that. Unfortunately, longtime friendships were hurt by the divisiveness. My heart ached over that. Two years prior to my pastorate, I told the search committee I thought the church was divided. My arrival just burst the blister.

“All conflict is caused by unmet or unrealistic expectations” (#1 Textbook).

Sometimes we do not give love a chance. Sometimes we do not give enough effort to understand the other person. Sometimes our hurt becomes hate. Lies, accusations, and rumors swept through the membership list like a wildfire.

There were days my life felt like the statue for the pigeons at the county courthouse.

A woman screamed at me in WalMart that I ruined her life, and a man chose the church parking lot to yell his expletive version of “Off with your head.” None of that was as frightening as the bullet that crashed through our patio glass door near where my toddler son was playing. (I think they were shooting at the dog).

One Sunday as I stood in the pulpit to teach God’s Word, more than half of the congregation rose to their feet in a mass protest exodus.

There you have it in a nutshell. Why is all this a session in Winsday Wisdom?

I sat in my upstairs office alone, dismayed, and unhappy. There was a pity party going on, just no cake. I stared at the ceiling. I buried my head into my hands. My cries were muffled.

Then I looked out the window and shouted out to no one there, “Why is this happening to me? Why? Why?”

God was there and God cared. His words were audible to my heart. This time His voice sounded like my lawyer friend in a closing argument to a befuddled jury.

“You told Me you wanted to be more like Jesus. Well, Jesus loved His enemies, so I gave you some real enemies. These people hate you; so, learn to love them.”

That was my “wake up and smell the roses” moment. I had forgotten the most important thing in life. Love God and Love Others.

I failed to pay attention to the directions in my #1 Textbook.

LOVE YOUR ENEMIES, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you (#1 Textbook).

As I sat in my study bemoaning my misfortune inflicted by the hatred of enemies, I needed to be reminded of the most important thing in life. We love God by loving others, especially enemies.

It is an amazing thing when you pay attention to your purpose in life. It affects mood and motivation. It sharpens focus and strengthens faith.

This I call to mind (pay attention) and therefore I have hope (#1 Textbook).

From that moment on, my attitude changed; so did my actions. God was alive in me to lead me to these real enemies so He could love them through me. I just needed to learn from the #1 Textbook how to dance with an enemy.

How do we learn to include our enemies in the circle of love? Follow Jesus. How does God love us first and most? “God showed His great love for us while we were still enemies, when Christ died on the cross to bring us side by side with God” (#1 Textbook).

Jesus came from God’s heavenly family to earth to make enemies into friends, to be treated as perfect dance partners. Since we are naturally enemies in a perpetual misstep, that necessitates forgiveness, which is the hardest, but greatest, demonstration of God’s love.

How do we love our enemies first and most? It starts with forgiveness with that same kind of attitude and action. All forgiveness comes from the heart of God, which should cascade through us to others.

God lives in us to lead us to others He intends to forgive through us. “Forgive others in the same manner God has forgiven you” (#1 Textbook).

What is forgiveness, why do we need it, how do we do it, and what does it accomplish?

Our #1 textbook emphasizes five primary descriptive terms of forgiveness:

1. Take away everything divisive.

2. Cover every offense out of sight and out of mind.

3. Blot out all evidence or record of wrong.

4. Scatter all bitterness as far as east is from west, never to return.

5. Bury the problem in the depths of the sea to sink like a heavy boulder, never to float to the top.

Love forgives first and forgives most. It eliminates the offense from the recycle setting in one’s mind and it releases the offender from any and all retribution. Clean record. No grudges. No bitterness.

Forgiveness treats enemies as if they never hurt you or hated you, even when they still do.

What? That’s impossible!

Why would we want to let the other person off the hook without the hate of revenge and the hurt of retribution? We don’t. God does!

LOVE FORGIVES FIRST before the enemy ever says he or she is sorry, even if they say they are NOT sorry. Love is the first to set aside every difference and all divisions.

LOVE FORGIVES MOST by being unilateral, all-inclusive, undeserved, unconditional, and unlimited in its scope. Forgiveness is Free. Full. Forever.

Love forgives first. Love forgives most.

As I sat in my office somewhat stunned but also thrilled, I was thankful to be reminded to hold onto the most important thing in life before boarding that final flight to Heaven.

At some point in life, every one of us will be given the opportunity to love those who have offended us. They might criticize, gossip, slander. Those who hurt us might even hate us. At their worst, they are potential dance partners.

Anger, bitterness, and unforgiveness are roadblocks to joy. Those imprisoned emotions only shrink the heart and chain life to the past. If you are bitter, admit it to God. He already knows. Ask God to heal the memories and ease the pain of the past.

Upon release from twenty-seven years of incarceration during the racial civil war in South Africa, Nelson Mandela spoke a much-needed reminder to each of us. “As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”

Love your enemies. Debate less. Judge even less. Condemn never.

Do not hate or hurt others; do not shut them down or shut them out.

Be less offensive and the least offended.

Forgive first. Forgive most. You will be healthier and happier.

For the record, I was blessed to pastor another twenty-three years at the “Cake Church.”

They have big hearts! It is part of their spiritual DNA. They are our Family. They continue to teach us how to Love First and Love Most.

Love an enemy. Do good to someone who hates you.                                         

Bless someone who has talked badly to you or about you.

Pray for someone who mistreated you.

Forgive someone today.

Celebrate with Cake!

WINSDAY WSIDOM 222

I can hear the voice of my guardian angel as he drops his head and wings in disbelief, crying out, “What did you do now?”

These are the Dog Days of Summer, the hottest, most uncomfortable part of the year. I am spending those sultry days at home, not on the beach.

I grew up eating from my grandmother’s garden, tended by my dad and her. Dad created his own garden from which I enjoyed many fine vegetable dishes. Vicki and I have had a few garden years, but mostly limited now to her annual tomato plants.

This is her project. Her care. Her enjoyment. My contribution is occasional watering. I do not mess with the tomato plants, and I rarely eat from it.

My son, who was visiting for a few days, was watering the flowers and plants on the back patio. I cautioned him to be careful around his mother’s tomato plants, her summertime project.

Later that evening, I stepped outside with the dog. I noticed one of the heavily inhabited branches was almost dragging on the ground.

I slowly raised the tomato branch to check its height as to what size stake it needed for additional support. I was careful. I was gentle. I was helpful.

Suddenly there was a loud crack. The entire branch snapped completely away from its main stalk. I was standing there holding the best part of the tomato plant.

This section had five unripened tomatoes and several more blossoms. What do I do now? I destroyed my wife’s precious tomato project.

Confession is not the first thing that came to my mind. I tried to graft it with no success. It only produced a few more cracking sounds.

I immediately pushed the stalk back into the soil. It will still look good for another few hours. Then it will look dead and raise several suspicious questions.

I Googled for information about broken tomato plants. The internet news was not good. Essentially, the damage is done. Irreversible. Unreplaceable.

Maybe I could just trash it. Out of sight, out of mind. Wow! What happened? Those green tomatoes just disappeared.

Blaming my son was another option, but he needed grace as much as I did. The dog would have gained the quickest forgiveness. She would not even have to answer, “Why?” or “What did you do now?”

OK, I will just tell the truth. That is what I taught my kids.

“Vicki, there was an extremely strong wind last night. This tomato-laden branch got knocked off. I am so sorry for your loss. Things like this just happen sometimes.”

Well, maybe that was not the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I needed to come clean. I decided to share the bad news.

However, why did it have to be an emergency news flash that interrupted the local programming? My wife was having a good evening. She was happy, carefree. I decided to wait until later.

As my wife prepared for bedtime, I became convinced this was most definitely not the time for confession. I decided to send her a text after she was asleep. Afterall, “Tomorrow is just a day away.”

That would start her day off on the wrong foot, down five tomatoes. But if I waited until morning, she would check on her tomato plant before I ever got out of bed. That would arouse all the suspects.

I decided to tell her while she was sleeping. Maybe she will think it was a dream foretelling the reality awaiting her discovery. When questioned the next morning, I could remind her that I told her about it last night.

I asked God for wisdom. I prayed for a miracle of tomato growth. That is when my guardian angel bowed his head and wings. This was not an act of angelic worship. It must have been a plea for another assignment.

How are you doing during these Dog Days of Summer?

You know what they feel like…hot, humid, miserable days. It can feel like a sauna outside.

Did you know that “dog days” refer to Sirius, which means “scorching” in Latin. It is a reference to the brightest star representing one of Orion’s hunting dogs in the Canis Major, the “Big Dog Star” constellation. So, throughout time, the brightest star got blamed for the sun’s intolerable heatwave.

So much for stargazing. Officially, the Dog Days of Summer are consigned to the forty days between July 3 to August 11. In ancient times, the Dog Days were thought to represent drought, heat, and bad luck that drove men to act like mad dogs.

There you have it. That is my explanation for the broken tomato plant. I was overcome by the extreme sweltering heat of the Dog Days of Summer. I was out of my mind. The Dog Star made me do it.

What does that have to do with Winsday Wisdom?

Stay cool, my friend, and hydrate. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.

Water should be like your union with Christ. Jesus Christ in you and you in Christ. Keep some water coming in you and get in some water for fun and relaxation.

Use the summertime to soak up the wonder of some beautiful sites God created. From the beaches to the mountains to the comforts of home, see the glory of God’s goodness.

And look ahead to the endless days of continuous comfort promised you “when we will never hunger or thirst again; neither will the sun beat down on us with scorching heat. Never again…We will drink the refreshing springs from the Water of Life. There will be NO TEARS. Never again!” (Revelation 7:16-17).

Throw your worries and fears (and broken tomato plants) into the ocean or lake or occasional summer rain. “The world is God’s Throne. The mighty oceans thunder God’s praise. The endless waves preach of the glory of His endless goodness” (Psalms 93:1-5).

“Then the Lord showed me a basket of fresh, ripe summer fruit” (Amos 8:1). Be grateful for the garden produce that makes its way to your palate during these Dog Days.

Enjoy some fresh tomatoes this summer. Count your blessings.

Love First and Love Most. That is a great pastime for the Dog Days of Summer. That will lift up the head and gain some wings for some guardian angel.

And should you need an excuse for a mishap, it was the Dog Star’s fault. It can cause you to lose your mind for a second. Hopefully, only a second!

Who let the dogs out?
(Who, who, who, who)…(Baha Men)

WINSDAY WISDOM 221

There are too many kids having to grow up with trauma. We have much needed ministries striving to help them. I want to share one life story.

This youngster grew up in a dysfunctional family. It was a big family, lots of brothers and sisters. He was one of the youngest. His mother died when he was a little boy. His father was immoral, a thief, and habitual liar. He deceived and cheated his way through life. That was his role-model for life.                                                                                               

Besides his untrustworthy father, the boy was mistreated by his siblings. He was abused, bullied, resented, and unwanted. He grew up around crime. He had brothers who were murderers, and a sister who was raped. Some of the other brothers continuously lied to hide their wrongdoings.

Eventually, he became homeless. As a young man, he was in and out of prison. His early life was filled with manual labor and low-level jobs. He even cleaned toilets and mopped floors just to get by. There were bad bosses and undesirable circumstances.

He was hated, lied to, and lied about. He had no chance to make it in life, just left without help and hope—except for God’s plan.

In the midst of all the turmoil and trauma, he gave his life and circumstances to God. God molded him through the adversity and used him as a great vessel to help others all over the world.

Eventually he forgave and reconciled with his family and provided for their needs. He became rich and famous, but most of all he became a godly family man who lived and loved like Jesus.

His life was characterized by humility, holiness, happiness, and hope. He showed love and forgiveness to those responsible for his traumatic experiences.

God was with him, in him, over him, and under him. His love changed generations for the better.

HIS NAME WAS JOSEPH, A TRAUMA VICTOR…A HOPE POSTER.    HE LEFT THIS LASTING LESSON FOR ALL OF US AS HE SPOKE TO THOSE WHO HAD MISTREATED HIM.

 “You meant evil against me, BUT GOD MEANT IT FOR GOOD, to bring about good for many people.” (#1 Textbook)

But God meant it for good.

That describes your life no matter wherever you are on the trauma-hope spectrum.

Hope is not an outcome…it is the ever-growing confident expectation of experiencing all the goodness God has promised…somehow…some way…some time.

Joseph discovered the answers to his questions were found in the person and character of God. When I am afraid, I will put my trust in You (Psalm 56:3).

Hope in God is grounded in the promises of God which are grounded in the person of God revealed in the Word of God.

Do not worry or envy those who cause so much trauma in your life. They will fade away like winter grass. Trust in the Lord and do good. Be kind to others. Trust God to help you. Be patient. Do not give in to anger, fear, or worry. The Lord directs every step and always holds your hand. Blessings are coming. God designed it all for your greatest good. Our hope is in God. There is a wonderful future ahead for you. What a different story! There is a happy ending. (Psalm 37).

What should you do in those moments of desperation where God is your only hope? Preach to your trauma-troubled soul…change your thoughts…change the source for your thoughts.

The only way to stop thinking about one thing is to begin to think about something else. Let me illustrate: Think about the number seven. Tell me when you are no longer thinking of the number seven. That is difficult because you continue to revisit the thought of the number seven, even while trying to move past it.

The same is true for your problems. Thinking about them spirals into fear, worry, anger, anxiety, depression. You must replace the negative thought with a positive thought. Replacement does not revisit. Change the source of your thoughts.

Learn to preach to your troubled soul from God’s Word. Remind yourself, “God is my one and only hope…my only rock…my only salvation…my only real hope. God is the solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul. Everything I need comes from Him. I will trust and hope in God” (Psalm 62:5).

What are the lessons passed on from Joseph to you and me? God is always faithful. Always! God is always with you and for you in every trial and trauma and trouble.

Joseph experienced a plethora of traumatic challenges. Hatred. Deception. Betrayal, Abuse. Abandonment. Persecution. Slavery. False accusations. Injustice. Imprisonment.

Joseph came through those traumatic things with forgiveness and without resentment. How? He eventually understood “but God meant it all for good.”

“All things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28).

God has a purpose. That means you have hope!

Joseph eventually saw the bigger picture of his life. It was God-designed to be a benefit to so many more people than himself.

Take heart, my friend. You have not yet read the last chapters of your God-written story! Faith and Hope are always future-oriented. We often see the Lord’s goodness only thru a rear-view mirror.

Oh Lord, please give us a bigger perspective than a focus on our past or present troubles. Change our thoughts. Give us wisdom. Renew our faith. Strengthen our hope in the unchanging, unending faithfulness of God!

As I look back on the road I’ve travelled,
I see so many times He carried me through;
And if there’s one thing that I’ve learned in my life,
My Redeemer is faithful and true.
My Redeemer is faithful and true.

My heart rejoices when I read the promise
‘There is a place I am preparing for you.’
I know someday I’ll see my Lord face to face,
‘Cause my Redeemer is faithful and true.

And in every situation He has proved His love to me;
When I lack the understanding, He gives more grace to me.

My Redeemer is faithful and true.
Everything He has said He will do,
And every morning His mercies are new.
My Redeemer is faithful and true,

My Redeemer is faithful and true.

(My Redeemer is Faithful and True by Stephen Curtis Chapman).

WINSDAY WISDOM 220

ANGER!!!

Anger gets the best of us. It brings out the worst in us.

I have experienced worse driving incidents, but this was the latest. The car jumped two lanes to squeeze into the left turning lane as we approached the crowded stoplight. Right in front of me! They would have hit my car except for my catlike reflexes which slammed on my brakes, allowing the invading car to miss mine by inches.

Instead of being grateful for the near-miss collision, my mind went straight into anger mode. I showed a little restraint. Instead of laying on the horn, I banged on the dashboard and flickered my headlights. I shouted a few things. I probably called her “an idiot.”

My heartrate spiked. My teeth clinched. My stare was locked in.

As our cars made the left turn, I looked for the opportunity to pass the careless driver on the right. I intended to dart in front of that “how dare you car” the way it had crossed over into my airspace.

Suddenly I felt as though I were in the Ben Hur chariot race. Horses racing side-by-side at full speed with wheels bumping against the opponent’s chariot. This was Do or Die. This is also how many “road rage” incidents get started.

Maybe this would become like the famous car chase in The French Connection or in one of The Fast and The Furious movies.

At the next stoplight, I eased up next to the enemy who almost wrecked my car. I was ready for confrontation, but a little undecided about my first action. My mind raced through things I could do and things I could say.

Flipping someone the bird has never been my style. I am more likely to raise my arms and hands in a questioning gesture.

A strong cussing has never been part of my anger mode either. I do not use the “What the H-E-double hockey sticks?” even though my friend, Jeff, always said that God knew that was what I was thinking.

“Are you an idiot?” is more my style. Maybe “You are a dangerous driving moron!” My mind came up with many classic put-downs which are far away from a Love First, Love Most response.

The driver was a younger woman holding her phone and chatting away. A toddler was in the back car seat. She glanced over at me. She did not even notice my facial expressions and hand gestures. She turned away before my exaggerated mouthed words got a chance to air their grievances. She was clueless.

Clueless! That hurt even more. It did not lessen my anger. It only added fuel to my feelings. I was not at “road rage” but I was not in “cool down stage” either.

I noticed her intention to pull into the nearby convenience store. This would be the time for an encounter. Someone…my wife…needed to tell her off. Her negligence nearly caused a wreck. Her careless selfishness was rude to me and the drivers behind me.

Thankfully, my need for speed to be somewhere overruled my need to “read her the riot act.” That phrase refers to “stop causing trouble or there will be trouble.” R-i-o-t” act. I always thought it was the R-i-g-h-t act, like telling someone how to act right.

The original term is connected to a real Riot Act established by the British government in 1714, to prevent the actions of others causing trouble. The police officer would first read the offenders The Riot Act before they were dispersed in similar fashion to our present-day officers reading someone their Miranda Rights before they can be interrogated.

Anyway, I drove away before there was more to confess.

Anger at a clueless person is probably the most wasted anger of all. They will not get it. It will not ruin their day as much as the encounter will continue to ruin mine. I will end up feeling more guilty for an act where I was the innocent party.

I repeat for emphasis. Anger gets the best of us. It brings out the worst in us.

None of us are strangers to this kind of driving scenario. Usually, we are not the offender.

Some people are just bad drivers. Many are distracted by texting.

Some drivers are clueless that any other car is on the road. On the other end of the spectrum lies the equally dangerous self-proclaimed “NASCAR drivers” weaving in and out of traffic at full speed. Their perceived driving excellence only survives fatal crashes because of the cautious braking of other drivers.

Belligerent behavior on the roads has increased significantly. Stress and erratic driving add to the cause. Obscene gestures, throwing objects, or forcing others to alter their car direction or speed have all become too common. Race car speeds or snail’s pace puttering heighten the difficulty. Riding the bumper, tailgating, and sudden cut-offs are aggravating.

Impatience, irresponsibility, and erratic lane changing are usually symptoms of the bigger problem…selfishness. The driver believes the importance of his purpose supersedes that of everyone else. We all feel that way.

Do not get in MY way. Do not force me to change MY speed or direction or timing. Everyone plus the stoplights need to accommodate ME. The reason that does not work is because most everyone else is thinking those exact thoughts…except my grandmother.

A New York Medical School psychiatrist wrote, “We have a brain that’s acutely wired for things that might provoke us into anger or fear or survival…causing us to either flee or to attack.”

I prefer my mom’s advice. In my earlier years, my mom would reprimand my attitude to bad drivers, especially slow drivers. She would say, “Always think; that could be your grandmother.”

My grandmother never learned to drive until she was fifty-five. I can assure you her speedometer never reached fifty-five. NEVER!

It would be better to give other drivers the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they are rushing to the hospital or responding to a loved one’s adversity. Probably not, but maybe it is just my grandmother. I would appreciate it if you would treat her in the way you would treat your grandmother.

And, yes, I know some of your grandmothers. They drive like The Little Old Lady from Pasadena. Go, Granny, go! It might be my daughter making the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race. She’s having fun, fun, fun ’til her daddy takes the T-bird away.

That’s right. Share some understanding. The slow erratic driver might be lost or nearly blind. Have some heart! It might me my friends’ teenager who was taught to always drive slowly and carefully in the left lane. Send him a Driver’s Ed manual!

The degree of anger, like anxiety, shows up in our different temperaments.

Have you ever had an anger situation that was poorly handled? Bombshell words! Exaggerated motions! Firestorm emotions!

In driving, learn to avoid eye contact and refrain from hand gestures. There is no benefit to escalating the frustration.

Have you ever done the right thing and just walked or driven away from the offender in anger?

As you drive away, you continue the argument in your head. You come up with the classic comeback, the ultimate put down, the drop the mic moment. You leave them speechless. You have them on the ropes. You win!

Then you go home and complain to a loved one and tell them what you wanted to do and speak. They get the full brunt of your anger. At least, the anger is not directed at them.

It is not wrong to become angry. Sometimes anger can be an expression of love for God and others. Jesus was angry in those circumstances. But Jesus never expressed anger as retribution or frustration.

We have to be wise. Anger explosions can cause great damage to hearts and relationships. Anger suppressed can lead to “frozen rage” which might express itself by depression.

The difference between anger and danger is the letter “d.” Inappropriate anger can destroy lives and relationships as well as automobiles. Anger can cause bad decisions. Just a little too much anger becomes dangerous on the roadway and in the home.

The right expression of anger should motivate us to some kind of loving attitude and actions. The #1 Textbook encourages us to “get rid of all bitterness, rage, and anger and replace it with kindness, compassion, and forgiveness.” Forgive yourself for getting angry and forgive the other person, preferably BEFORE you express your anger to them. We will need the Lord’s help to do that.

Jesus never had “road rage.” He did ride a donkey through some crowded streets. We know he walked through this world amidst the self-absorbed, hot-headed, rude, and crazy people. Can you imagine Legion driving in a frenzy on the freeway? Or Peter taking out his sword on another driver’s ear? No matter who was on the road, Jesus was always concerned about the welfare of others. He always loved first and loved most.

What Winsday Wisdom can we glean from that? “Whatever you do, do all to the glory of God…Do all things in love…Be patient and kind…Be slow to anger…Exchange coats by putting off anger and putting on kindness…Treat others the way you would want them to treat you” (#1 Textbook).

Treat other drivers the way you would want them to treat your grandmother. It really does not matter if they do not reciprocate in kind. In truth, that is the challenge.

I do not always know what “love first and most driving” should look like. I do understand that it definitely involves learning to drive “forgiving first and most!“

“STOP. LOOK. LISTEN.” That is not just a good warning for crossing train tracks. It is great advice for “road rage anger.” Stop before you say or do something to express your anger to the other person. Look to see if it might be my grandmother. Listen to God speak to your heart, “Love First and Love Most.”

Praying for Safe Driving and Less Stress! Love you!

WINSDAY WISDOM Session 219

What do you complain about? How often do you complain?

If the answers are ‘Everything’ and “All the Time,’ then there might be a problem with the complainer. Just sayin’.

We all complain too much and too often.

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes
Will soon be turnin’ red
Crying’s not for me
‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain
By complainin’
Because I’m free
Nothing’s worryin’ me

It won’t be long ’til happiness
Steps up to greet me (Raindrops Keep Falling On MY Head, B.J. Thomas, by Burt Bacharach)

We can never stop the rain by complainin’, but the rain never stops us from complainin’.

Some people complain about everything…circumstances, what other people do or say, health, food, service, weather, length of a sermon, brevity of a concert, life. It is always someone else’s fault.

Chronic complainers are never satisfied. The traffic is horrible, the airport delay is infuriating, the co-workers are imbeciles, the movie is bad, the games are fixed, the government is lying, the food is better at some other place. Venters seek validation for their anger or frustration.

Sadly, complaining usually makes both the complainer and the listeners feel worse. Also, it is contagious.

We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty, and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.

This is from a recent post on a neighborhood chat group: “I am trying not to be TOTALLY rude, BUT…” If this were her PARTIALLY rude comment, then I wonder what the TOTALLY rude post would have been.

Last week I heard a woman in the store say, “I hate to complain about this, BUT…” How much does someone have to HATE saying something so much that they DO NOT SAY it?

I know a mother who fielded some sibling complaints and told her daughter to share the computer tablet. “Be kind and share, or you will have no friends.

The daughter’s response, “That’s ok. I like to play by myself.” That apple does not fall far from her grandfather’s tree.

We have all experienced the soul-crushing revelation of tough times. Some are causes for concerns and complaints.

Complaints-the dissatisfaction or annoyance with someone or about something. Complaining can evolve into grumbling or whining or claims of unfairness.

Legendary Football Coach Lou Holtz made an interesting observation. “Never tell your problems to anyone…20% don’t care and the other 80% are glad you have them.”

The Greek word translated “complainer” means literally “one who is discontented with his lot in life.” It is similar to the word grumbler. Finding fault in others is not a spiritual gift. Neither is discontentment with one’s circumstances in life.

The first complainer was Adam who, after he and Eve disobeyed, complained to God about “the woman You put here with me.” Adam’s son, Cain, grumbled about his brother’s good deeds. The faith-honoring Moses complained to God at the burning bush regarding how hard his assignment in life would be. Later he complained about the Israelites’ grumbling about his leadership and his God.

King David complained often about his dire circumstances in the Psalms. Grief-stricken Job complained about his life and Jeremiah complained about his nation’s spiritual and moral decline.

The #1 Textbook expects us not to grumble or complain.

So, is complaining wrong or acceptable? The #1 Textbook says it depends on your situation and motive.

It is not wrong to complain TO GOD, but it is wrong to complain ABOUT GOD.

Biblically, the wrong kind of complaining ABOUT GOD is referred to as grumbling. Grumbling complains that God is not really good, fair, faithful, wise, or loving to you. It accuses God of doing something you consider to be wrong.

The Biblical expression for the right type of complaints TO GOD are often called laments, expressions of grief and sorrow. I once read where a theologian described the difference between lamenting and grumbling. In a lament, you talk to God, not about God—implying that you still trust God.

The lamenting complaint does not accuse God of wrongdoing. It is an expression of trouble, grief, or sorrow where the complainer pours out his/her heart to God for help and hope.

The #1 Textbook indicates there are times to cry out or complain to God about the pain, unfairness, disappointments, troubles, and confusion in life. It is the voice of a child to a loving parent, a cry for help, a hope for better times.

“I cry out to the Lord. I plead for mercy. I pour out my heart in complaint TO GOD. I tell God all my troubles” (Psalm 142:1-2). David continues his complaint that “no one cares for my soul. but You (God) will deal bountifully with me. You are my only refuge.”

God understands. God understood Daved, Job, Jeremiah, and understands you. God allowed you to be in this situation. God is the only one who can cause it to work out for good. So, complaining TO GOD is not just okay to do, it is encouraged by God. God already knows how you feel. He knows what you want. God will listen as you work through your complaints.

My cousin, Toni, was the princess of our family. She was beautiful, smart, strong, and kind. She was blessed with a good husband and two wonderful young boys. She developed terminal cancer in her early forties. She was devastated, as were the rest of our family.

When I visited her in the hospital, Toni asked if she could be honest with me. She said she was so mad at God but felt so guilty saying it. She cried as she poured out her heart about how unfair this was. She continued to weep as she worried about her sons. She asked for my counsel.

I suggested she just tell God what she had just told me. Toni seemed shocked. I shrugged and said, “It is not like He does not already know how really feel.”

I encouraged her again before we prayed together. Talk it out with God. He can handle your complaints. God will not love you any less. The more you complain TO GOD, the more foolish it will seem since He is the only one who can help you.

EVERTHING GOD DOES IS ALWAYS WISE, RIGHT, AND GOOD.

Everything! Always! The more you express your complaints TO GOD, the more you will end up trusting Him, as Toni did. Her complaints honored God as the God of her trust. Keep telling God no one cares for your soul until you realize how foolish and wrong that is. God never ceases to care for you. Never.

As the sorrowful Job declared, “Even though God slays me, I will still trust Him.”

We can complain to others, but they cannot help us in times of trouble, grief, and sorrow. When we complain TO GOD, we realize we are not alone, not misunderstood, not without care.

It is part of our fallen human nature to complain about things in life which displease us. It becomes ingrained in our attitudes and words. We start young and, sadly, never grow out of it.

We want what we want, the way we want it, and when we want it. Anything less is deemed unfair, unacceptable, undesirable. I will repeat, complaining is not a spiritual gift no matter how often it is used.

So, what is at the heart of our complaints? We all want our complaints to be heard. Ironically, none of us want to listen to the complaints of others, especially if they are directed at us. We just want others to listen to our complaints. Afterall, this world is about me. Ok, you and me.

Complaining is connected to spiritual amnesia, forgetfulness of God’s goodness. It is more of a revelation about the condition of your heart than an account of your circumstances.

The antidote to grumbling and complaining is to REMEMBER.

 “This I call to mind and remember so I see the one ray of hope. The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His compassion never ends. God’s great love is new every morning. Great is God’s faithfulness. My soul claims the Lord as my inheritance; therefore I will hope in Him. The Lord is wonderfully good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks for Him. It is good both to hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord” (Lamentations 3:21-26).

Grumbling and complaints are indicators that we are not trusting in God and His goodness. Our words, attitude, and actions question God’s love and wisdom. It is an expression of how we truly feel at the time…that we can do a better job of running things than God does.

If you have a man-sized god, then your anxiety level will never get better. Your complaints will fall on deaf ears. “Why should we humans grumble and complain?” (#1 Textbook).

Your complaining convinces others you are not in control of things. Life will be much better when you realize that. Talk TO GOD who does control all things. He might not give an explanation for your circumstances, but He will give perspective.

God did not give the complaining Job an explanation. God did point Job’s attention to creation, the stars, and the animals for perspective. It was a call for Job and us to remember. There is no unfairness with God. Only beauty and blessings.

Abraham Lincoln once illustrated perspective of life, “You can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”

God pointed the bewildered Joseph, the complaining Moses, and the lamenting Jeremiah to the future. Every event in life has a future purpose.

“The Biblical characters and their circumstances were written for our instruction that through endurance and encouragement of God’s Word, we might have hope in our circumstances” (Romans 15:4).

Their faith encourages us to trust God in all things. Toni’s faith still encourages me today.

If you must, complain TO GOD, not about God. Your continued trust in the midst of unanswered questions will be used by God to encourage another struggler to endure in hope.

Winsday Wisdom: Our thoughts and words are a reflection of our heart. Complain less. Instead of complaining more about all the messed-up things in life, be more grateful for all the troubles you do not have.

“The things about which we are tempted to complain may be the very answer to our prayer to be made like Jesus”–Elisabeth Elliot.

Everything God does is wise, right, and good. Everything. All the Time. Trust Him.

WINSDAY REWIND 6 (Back by popular demand or requested by Jeff Segner)

Take me out to the ball game,                                                                                                          Take me out to the crowd.                                                                                                              Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks.                                                                                         I don’t care if I never get back.

Let me root, root, root for the home team                                                                                       If they don’t win it’s a shame.                                                                                                 ‘Cause it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out                                                                                   At the old ballgame.  –Take Me Out to the Ballgame

It’s baseball season!

America’s favorite pastime evokes images of The Boys of Summer, hot dogs, fireworks, and the Mystery of the Missing Cheese Nachos.

The major league baseball park was electric as we watched my kids’ favorite team. The summer vacation was punctuated with this big finale. A pro player tossed a baseball to my daughter. She was thrilled. My sons got pictures of the star players.

They all learned some new language not normally heard on our Sunday ventures. Two highly intoxicated fans had a shout-off contest. “Ken Caminiti is a weenie.” (The third baseman made a couple of errors.) “Mike Bielecki is a weasel.” (The pitcher had a rough outing.) Back and forth. The raucous duo found unity in an extended rant, “The umpire rocks,” or something like that.

In one of the middle innings, I took the kids to the concession stand for some mid-game snacks. I returned with my arms full and my wallet empty. I carried drinks and hotdogs and popcorn and some cheese nachos. As we repositioned our seating alignment, we passed out the refreshments. Lots of happy faces.

After all the food was distributed, I could not find the cheese nachos. I thought I had placed them at my feet below the seat. I asked each member of the family. I searched everywhere. I racked my brain. Did I leave them at the concession counter? Did this guy next to me take them? His buddy was eating cheese nachos. They were both laughing. It looked very suspicious.

I whispered to my wife that the fans on our aisle had stolen my cheese nachos. She told me to let it go. I couldn’t. It was the principle of the thing. My fixation was halted as my favorite player was in the on-deck circle. A home run would change my mood.

Suddenly, my younger son needed to go to the restroom. He said he could not wait. Seriously. Wait until this next guy bats. That was cruel enough, but then the opposing team decided to change pitchers. Apparently, the opposing manager could not wait either. My son was hopping up and down. It was time to go.

I had flashbacks of a similar incident years ago when I was a kid. My parents took me on a dream trip to see my first pro baseball game. My little brothers and two cousins completed the travel squad.

We went to Kansas City to see the Royals play the world champion New York Yankees. This was the Bronx Bombers, one of the legendary dream teams. We sat in the right field area, close to the outfielders. The homerun sluggers, Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle were almost close enough to touch. Future Hall of Fame pitcher, Whitey Ford, was on the mound and my older cousin Jimmy’s favorite player, Yogi Berra, was the catcher.

The game went into extra innings, The score remained tied as the tenth inning ended. My younger brother, Bill, needed to go to the bathroom. Jimmy offered to take him. I am not exactly sure about the details of their delay. Dad always thought Bill moved kinda slow. Mom said he was just not ever in a hurry to get anywhere, thus the nickname, “Cool Breeze.”

I do vividly recall what happened during their absence. Yogi Berra hit a home run over the right field fence which landed very close to us. I still remember Jimmy’s face when they returned and he asked, “What happened? I was helping Bill buckle his belt. (Did I mention “slow”?) I heard the crack of the bat and the loud cheers.”

Oh, no big deal. Your favorite player blasted a game-winning home run. The ball landed right near where you had been sitting. You would have caught the Yogi moon shot. Jimmy took the news like a major leaguer. It was Big League Heartbreak.

Sorry, Jimmy. I imagine this major disappointment contributed to Jimmy eventually switching his loyalty to the San Francisco Giants. A once in a lifetime experience was missed because a younger relative had bad timing.

The restroom trip with my son was not the best timing. However, it did not include a missed home run by my favorite player. He struck out while we were away.

The important event was the surprise discovery of the missing cheese nachos. We finally found them, uneaten by the rude fan to my left. The cheese nachos magically appeared when I got up from my seat to take my son to the restroom.

My wife tried to quietly get my attention. She kept pointing at me. Then shouting my name. Now that we have everyone’s attention, “What?”

Miss Marple had solved the mystery. This feline detective had unraveled the case. The super sleuth could not control her laughter as she continued to point in my direction.

My blue shorts were covered in cheese nachos. Yep, I sat down on the missing cheese nachos. They were stuck to the backside of my blue shorts!

Oh, it was quite the comical sight for all the spectators as I walked up the stadium steps. I dripped nachos and cheese sauce all the way. It was a real crowd pleaser. It brought new meaning to the seventh inning stretch. I am surprised the incident was not caught on the video Jumbotron.  

The crowd entertainment was not over. I spent the next inning standing in the restroom area in my underwear as I washed out my shorts in the sink. Yes, several people wish they could erase that image from their memory bank. Primarily, me. The blow dryer was helpful for this occasion. My son was extremely embarrassed. He acted as if he did not know me.

I tried to ignore the looks and the laughter from the exiting crowd of onlookers. Somehow, Mr. I Don’t Like to Talk to Anyone felt the need to explain to people what I was doing. “Sat on some cheese nachos. Just washing them off.”  

Guys started handing me their mustard-stained T-shirts as if I were the men’s room attendant. The jeers echoed through the place, “Caminiti is a weenie.”

I guess each of you has misplaced something at one time or another. It can be frustrating not to find the object where you are sure you placed it. You always put it there. Somebody moved it. Someone hid it from you. Hey, it could be worse! At least, you can keep your pants on!

Have you ever misplaced your Love First button? Maybe, you were engaged in some favorite activity when the interruption came. Perhaps you were in the last stages of finishing a project or solving a problem when the other person insisted on your attention. Or maybe you just wanted to finish the movie.

In some moments, our well-intentioned love first and love most plans suddenly disappear from view. Our frustration grows as no one helps us. The other persons are more interested in getting their way or having their say. So, you give up the plan to love first and begin to blame others for the missing link. That usually ends up in a messy situation.

Egg on the face has a similar result to sitting on cheese nachos. Everyone notices. Embarrassment and hurt are not good buddies. Negative attitudes and angry words are never the best way to start the parade.

We live in a culture of chronic complainers. There is always something to grumble and gripe about. The line is too long. The traffic is so congested. The gas prices are too high. The fast food is so bad. The ice cream serving size is too small. The day is too hot; Walmart is too crowded. The concert fan in front of us thinks we bought tickets to watch her dance and sing. And would someone please tell that poor sucker that he has cheese nachos dripping from his blue shorts?

Here is a Love First classic for all of us looking for the cheese nachos. It comes right out of the #1 Textbook. Do all things without grumbling or complaining. Do not have a negative attitude and do not use negative words. In ALL things.

Love expresses gratitude and grace. Gratitude is thankfulness for all the many God-given cheese nachos blessings we tend to forget about. Grace is the God-given desire and power to love first and love most in ALL things…even missing cheese nachos.

I wish I spent as much time in life counting my blessings as I have searching for my missing cheese nachos. I am making progress. I truly desire to make a positive impact in this life. If that is my goal in ALL things, then I need to lose the negative attitude and words.

I want to expand my Love First and Love Most vocabulary. I am praying that gratitude and grace replace my grumbling and complaints.

“Play Ball!” Our family has heard that shout many times throughout the years. I can assure you that each season, someone remembers to shout, “Where are my cheese nachos?”

I confess I remain a little sensitive to the subject. I have nightmares about trips to the ballpark concession stand. The server looks at me and asks, “Would you like some cheese on your blue shorts? With chili or jalapenos?”

 ‘Cause it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out                                                                                   At the old ballgame.

 

WINSDAY WISDOM 218

What’s love got to do, got to do with it?
What’s love, but a second-hand emotion?
What’s love got to do, got to do with it?
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?

(What’s Love Got to Do with It?   —Sung by Tina Turner, written by Terry Britten and Graham Lyle)                                                                                            

The hit song by Tina Turner topped the charts and became the theme song for her biopic documentary. Her recent death has revitalized interest in this tune and her famous versions of The Best and Proud Mary. My friend, Kay Johnson, suggested the use of this title for a future WINSDAY.

What’s love got to do with it? In Tina Turner’s song, nothing. Love is an unwanted second-hand emotion which can only lead to a broken heart. Many people agree with her cynicism. Tina experienced an abusive relationship with Ike before she found solace in Switzerland.

I think most people hope love will fill their void in life.

“Do you love me?” is probably the most asked question in relationships.

The hope and thrill of love revives the heart and changes our outlook on life. Love has everything to do with life now and forever. Love keeps us together now and forever.

As Captain & Tennille sang,

Just stop!
Cause I really love you
Stop, I’ll be thinking of you
Look in my heart
And let love keep us together

(Love Will Keep Us Together, sung by Captain & Tennille, written by Neil Sedaka)

The greatest news is God’s Love for us. Unconditional. Unlimited. Unending.

All of God’s World and all of God’s Word shout for us to “STOP, LOOK, and LISTEN to God’s heart…always thinking of us…always holding us together.”

GOD LOVES YOU FIRST AND MOST.

GOD’S LOVE FOR YOU STARTED BEFORE THE BEGINNING OF TIME AND CONTINUES THROUGHOUT THE ENDLESS AGES.

God created you. What’s Love Got to Do with It? EVERYTHING!

God saved you. What’s Love Got to Do with It? EVERYTHING!

God adopted you. What’s Love Got to Do with It? EVERYTHING!

God sustains you. What’s Love Got to Do with It? EVERYTHING!

God has given you every spiritual blessing and has promised to provide every genuine need you have in this life. What’s Love Got to Do with It? EVERYTHING!

God has prepared a place for you in a heavenly home filled with the highest honor, harmony, and happines…forever. What’s Love Got to Do with It? EVERYTHING!

In the meantime, God will work all things out for your ultimate good. All things. What’s Love Got to Do with It? EVERYTHING!

“God works all things according to the counsel of His will” (#1 Textbook).

What’s included in all these things? “All things” means all things! Everything!

All the majestic big plans of God. Every star in every galaxy in the humanly immeasurable universe has been named and numbered. All the miniscule parts of those intricate plans. Every tiny sparrow, each hair on your head, and every part of your DNA are named and numbered.

You can be sure that there are no “maverick molecules” in this universe!

What’s Love Got to Do with It? EVERYTHING!

Love is much more than a second-hand emotion. Every thrill and every heartbreak find its source in love.

The fear of being unloved or losing love pervades our emotions. Each week carries news of another failed relationship. More importantly, each week records the earthly loss of someone’s loved one.

Hearts are broken. What’s Love Got to Do with it? Everything. Loving someone unites your heart to their heart. It cannot be undone without pain and scars. It cannot end without tears and emotional emptiness.

There is a legitimate threat of assimilation to our culture’s self-centered misuse of love and a danger of annihilation by our culture’s skepticism and rejection of godly love.

LOVE MATTERS! It makes the world go around. It makes life worth living, even when you lose a loved one. Love lasts longer than this earthly life. No expression of true love is ever wasted. Every thought, every word, every act of true love leaves a lasting impact.

What’s Love Got to Do with It? Express love according to God’s definition: giving up yourself for the welfare of the one loved.

God’s love always loves first and loves most. Our imitation of that same love necessitates (1) purpose, (2) direction, and (3) progress. Never forget the importance of loving first and loving most.

When the music fades and your heart is broken, God’s love will still be rollin’. That thrill will last forever, just like the big old paddlewheel riverboat, Proud Mary.

So, get up from your chair, and let’s get rollin’!

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’

Left a good job in the city
Workin’ for the man ev’ry night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleepin’
Worryin’ ’bout the way things might have been

Big wheel keep on turnin’
Proud Mary keep on burnin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river 

—(Proud Mary, sung byCreedence Clearwater Revival, covered by Tina Turner, written by John Fogerty)

WINSDAY WISDOM 217

I received a late-night call from the police. A body was found in the backyard of the missionary house adjacent to our church parking lot. A neighbor had called 911. The person was either drunk or dead. The law enforcement asked me to be there as quickly as possible to ID the person.

What did I feel at that moment? Shock. Apprehension. Worry.

That hot Louisiana August night became unforgettable.

I arrived at the church parking lot within fifteen minutes of the alert. It looked like a crime scene. Police cars, flashing lights, yellow tape barriers, officers with flashlights inspecting the backyard area of the missionary house.

A policeman stopped me to confirm my identity. The officer explained that a neighbor had called the emergency hotline reporting a lifeless body in the darkened backyard next door. Upon investigation, the police startled a young man outside the house. As he sat up, guns were drawn. The suspect was ordered back to the ground where he was handcuffed and questioned.

The police suspected drunkenness or drugs. They inspected the surrounding area for corroborating evidence. They also searched for another body.

I watched from a distance as the police put the arrested man through the field sobriety test. They checked his balance, coordination, and attention span. The officer ordered the handcuffed man to gaze at a moving flashlight, walk a straight line with a turnaround, and stand on one leg.

When the field test was completed, I was escorted to where two police cars faced each other. In the midst of their headlights, a shadowy figure stood in handcuffs, surrounded by several officers. The young man was barefoot, dressed in blue jean overalls with no shirt.

The lead officer asked if I knew this person. As I approached, the shackled young man grinned and spoke, “Hey, Brother.”

The center of suspicious attention was Jim. Jim McCarty was one of my preacher school interns. Oh, my!

Under intense questioning, Jim explained he was lying in the backyard, gazing at the stars, and contemplating the greatness of God’s glory while reciting Bible verses. He was shocked to find his explanation rejected as insanity,

The officers thought this was delusional or drug-induced hallucinations.

I quieted the policemen and freed the handcuffed Jim with a simple statement. “This is Jim. I can assure you that his testimony is absolutely truthful. As strange as it sounds, this is not unusual for him. Jim is different, in a good way.”

The officer responded, ” I would have sworn he was in a dope daze. It only goes to show that you don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Jim was part of our first group of preacher school interns. Each guy was unique and yet similar in his big-hearted love, courageous faith, and God-honoring usefulness to the kingdom. I love them all like sons.

God sent Jim to us by way of a suggestion from my brother who pastored a church in Texas. He had a young man whom he thought could benefit from being in a new environment. Jim had recently dropped out of college for the second or third time. Joe was concerned about Jim’s social development, his aversion to education, and his lack of direction in life. Would we consider taking him under our wings?

Jim arrived in his trademark overalls. He did wear a shirt underneath and, for the church greeting, wore shoes. Jim was a “yes sir, no sir” young man. His slow Texas drawl was noticeable in this Deep South environment. He was polite but slightly socially challenged. He could appear quiet and cautious in his surroundings.

Let me just lay it out there with no intention of alienating anyone. This is just an observation, not a cancel culture comment.

Jim looked and talked like a country boy from Texas. He would definitely not be mistaken for a sophisticated city slicker.

This is not an insult, just a meet-and-greet characterization. His appearance reminded me of Captain Kangaroo’s sidekick, Mr. Green Jeans. Since that childhood TV show would be unfamiliar to most of you, think of Festus (Gunsmoke), Gomer (Mayberry), Jethro (Beverly Hillbillies), Woody (Cheers), Hank (King of the Hill), Darryl, Darryl, and the other Darryl (Newhart).

These television characters were not dumb. Old-fashioned to a fault, they were innocently naïve, out of touch with the bad stuff in this modern world. Most of these characters were noted for being friendly, loyal, and philosophical. Their insightful wisdom usually sounded comedic in its simplicity. Jim fit the part, but it was no act.

Social Development? Jim quickly endeared himself to our church family. He was a regular weekly dinner guest for several families. He mowed lawns and made house repairs for widows which, in return, kept him well-stocked in food. No one in our city ate more desserts than Jim. Pies, cakes, pastries, and cookies. He could have opened a Sweet Shop. Somehow, he retained his lean frame.

Jim ran errands, dug ditches, and put-up fences. He was not afraid of work. He joined the ministries to the homeless and neighborhood outreach. Everyone loved this young man in overalls.

Aversion to Education? Jim was an eager and quick learner. He studied the Bible and asked thoughtful questions. His looks and demeanor were different, but he fit right in with the other preacher interns. Deep thinkers. Sensitive hearts.

My goal for the preacher training school was to deepen their devotion to the Lord Jesus Christ before they embarked on more intense theological studies or careers.

We put them through rigorous reading assignments and challenging discussions. We explored Scripture in-depth. We engaged the young men in ministry to at-risk youth to expand their love for others. Then we tested them.

The tests would cover the latest Biblical book. The interns would need to recall verses and passages and expositional points. These were the best and brightest young men I had been around. The tests were challenging.

Something interesting was revealed during the testing time for the Gospel of John. As the preacher guys recalled Biblical references, Jim’s test recited large passages of the text, word for word. On further investigation, Jim admitted he had memorized the entire book of John, all twenty-one chapters.

I have been to school with all kinds of students. Some were very smart and some were educationally challenged.

Carl did not know which way was right and which was left. He was a very fast running back who scored a lot of touchdowns because this quarterback directionally pointed when I called out the play, Right Twenty-Eight Quick Pitch. Our co-captain, Daryl, was greatly disappointed in his English assignment when he discovered that Shakespeare’s Hamlet was not about football. No, Hamlet is not the same as Helmet…so close and yet so far away.

I also attended college with guys who had perfect college admission scores, but no common sense. One knew Latin and Quantum Physics but failed the basics of etiquette. Another could not organize a dorm function but became our country’s Vice-President.

However, this version of Mr. Green Jeans was the most impressive student I have ever known.

As I continued to quiz Jim, he stated he had memorized the other Biblical books we had studied. At one point, Jim memorized the entire New Testament.

As I got to know Jim better, he revealed why he quit college several times. He would register for the classes, buy the books, and read them all before the first class. When the professor began with an overall introduction and slowly waded through chapter one, it left Jim bored and uninspired.

Jim confessed he saw no reason to continue to go to class to listen to something he had already learned! That certainly bested all my reasons for skipping classes.

Jim read all of the #1 Textbook only to discover he had only begun to mine its truth and treasure. This Book cannot be judged by its cover. It is the Word of God. Its supremacy and sufficiency are unfathomable. Its value and worth are immeasurable.

Life Purpose? The country boy was brilliant. However, the most impressive hidden characteristic was the size of his heart. He was also missionary-minded. He traveled with Charlotte Norman and a church group to Oaxaca, the poorest area of Mexico.

Miss Charlotte was a former Garden Club Society member who gave her heart to Mexico missions, inner-city Porch Church, and women prison ministries. Charlotte’s big heart had a huge impact on Jim.

Jim returned to Oaxaca to spend some extended time helping Victor Castanon with missionary work to the outlying mountainous regions. Victor will someday lead the rejoicing of multitudes of the Mixe Indians gathered around the heavenly throne.

The next time we saw Jim, he was accompanied by his new bride, Maria, Victor’s daughter. Maria is the sweetest, kindest, hardest working young lady anyone could meet. God used Maria to focus Jim on his life’s calling.

Jim came back determined to become a doctor. He and Maria planned to return to Oaxaca to open up a medical clinic in the village, as well as provide assistance to the thousands in the surrounding area without medical care.  

This required Jim to finish his college studies which he did in eighteen months. Then he had two months to study for the medical school entrance test, the MCAT Exam.

The time and the educational challenge seemed impossible, unless you were Mr. Green Jeans with an arrest record for loitering in the backyard gazing at stars.

Jim knocked it out of the park. He finished in the top one percent of all applicants. He could get into any medical school. However, Jim thought it best for him to study medicine in Mexico.

So, Jim passed the medical exam again, only this time in Spanish. Medical education is brutally challenging, even more so in a second language. Jim even attended his classes. Upon the successful completion of his training and intern practice in Mexico. Jim and Maria returned to her hometown where they opened a medical clinic for the poor people of that area.

That Mixe medical clinic was just the book cover. Exploits, dangers, drug cartels, late night medical emergencies, long journeys by burro and on foot, and training preachers are all storybook stuff. They are all written in the heavenly journals.

Jim traveled throughout the mountainous area preaching and doctoring. He once preached one of the best Psalms expositions I have ever heard. I imagine he memorized all of it.

Since those early years, Jim has gained physician certification in the United States. The patients have no idea that this “country doctor” in the big city has one of the most brilliant minds and one of the biggest hearts they will ever encounter. They certainly do not know this doctor was once arrested for stargazing.

There is an old saying, “Do not judge a book by its cover.” It is a metaphorical expression which suggests one should not judge the worth or value of someone or something by its outward appearance alone.

You can’t judge an apple by looking at a tree,

You can’t judge honey by looking at the bee,

You can’t judge a daughter by looking at the mother,

You can’t judge a book by looking at the cover. 

(Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover, sung by Bo Diddly, lyrics by Willie Dixon)

Oh, how often we fail to heed that advice. We look at someone’s outward appearance and quickly form some judgment regarding their character or motives. We check off our social media “like” or “dislike” without listening, without learning, and without loving. That is not how the Lord loves us.

“The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” (#1 Textbook).

Judging others is not a spiritual calling. Loving others is our universal challenge.

Whether Jim’s steps lead him over sparsely populated mountainous regions or crowded and bloodied emergency rooms or church parking lots, he will most likely greet you with a smile and a “Hey, Brother!” I can guarantee you he will not judge you by your cover,

Let us all be better at not judging others by first impressions. Misjudgments arise when we focus on the color of someone’s skin, their outward dress, or their dialect.

“We must never forget this as a nation: there are no gradations in the image of God. Every man from a treble-white to a bass-black is significant on God’s keyboard precisely because every man is made in the image of God. One day we will learn that. We will know one day that God made us to live together as brothers and to respect the dignity and worth of every man.” (Martin Luther King, Jr.)

“The Gospel is the power of God to change water to wine, death to life! The whole story is about Him. We just get to be vessels carrying the divine glory!” (Dr. Jim McCarty)

Join me in the march to love first and love most. We are vessels carrying the glory of love. When we love like Jesus, we discover a glorious and defining truth. If every human being were a book, every book would have the same book cover. It would say, “Made in the image of God.”

Life is not about outward appearances. It is about love and character and integrity and faithfulness. A heart will tell you much more about a person than appearance.

May we all work more on our inner resources than our outward appearances.

May we give greater value and worth to the inner beauty of others.

And may we find some time in our busy lives to gaze at the stars as we contemplate the greatness of God’s glory, goodness, and love to us.

WINSDAY WISDOM 216

The funeral service had just been completed at the cemetery when, suddenly, a fight broke out. Flailing fisticuffs. Chokeholds. Shouted hostilities. Screamed expletives. 911 calls. Sirens. So much for the loved one resting in peace.

This was the Tombstone Showdown.

Why do we still fight?

The answer to that question has eluded many relationship partners.

Some people come out of the mother’s womb fighting, as Jacob did with his brother, Esau. Some fight throughout life and some go to the grave still fighting.

Some fight over the grave.

The Tombstone Showdown was real. Jeff, my associate in War and Peace and Crimes of Endearment, oversaw this funeral fiasco. I was a bystander, there for support and protection. The fight breakout was shocking, but it was no surprise to Jeff to see me backing up farther and farther from the skirmish.

I hope I was praying. I know my mouth was as wide open in astonishment as my eyes. I had never witnessed something like this before. At least, not in a cemetery.

Let me set the tone of the scene. Bagpipes. That’s right. Bagpipes.

The elderly husband had been bedridden at home in a coma for several days. The doctor said the end of earthly life was near. His loving wife arranged for her own version of last rites for her beloved husband.

Jeff was there to read Scripture and pray. Another man showed up with bagpipes. He looked as if he had just come down from the hills of Scotland. He was in full Highland Dress. Plaided kilt, tartan bag cover, braided silk chords, and the feathered bonnet.

He played Amazing Grace on his bagpipes. The sound was loud. It sounded like…bagpipes. It can be music to one’s ears or an irritant to one’s senses. Sometimes, the slow dirge can move people to tears.

In this case, the bagpipe sounds awakened the dead. Not literally. This dear man was almost dead. The low ceiling in the small bedroom amplified the noise. Somehow, it startled the comatose patient. He sat up, looked around, and then fell back asleep.

I wondered about the effects of the loud ruckus that interrupted his peaceful rest at his funeral.

We were aware of some family unrest. Much to the chagrin and disapproval of their children, the elderly couple had welcomed a stranger into their home. This man, a druggie, began to take on the self-proclaimed role of “stepson.”

There had been several shouting matches between the son and so-called stepson. Threats were made regarding his presence at the memorial services. The tension was prevalent. The danger of disruption was anticipated. A police officer was hired to provide security for the event.

The two daughters flew in from California. The stepson appeared as well. The son refused to come to the cemetery, but his two sons were more than capable stand-ins for the revenge tour.

As Jeff finished his closing prayer at the graveside, he declared that this concluded the memorial service. He went to shake the hand of the grieving widow. As the stepson expressed his condolences, chaos broke out.

The grandsons completely ignored Jeff’s closing declaration of “Peace be with you.”

As my uncle would often whisper in his fake dismay, “I was aghast.” Aghast–to be filled with horror or shock.

The two young adult grandsons literally leaped over their grandmother and into the hated fall guy. Grandmother was knocked to the ground. Her head missed a tombstone by inches, or things would have been much worse.

The two grandsons began to pummel the unwanted family intruder. The security officer pulled away the bleeding and bruised victim. As the police officer held the screaming man in a headlock, the two grandsons continued to pound away at his face and body.

The officer had called for backup. I was doing my part. I backed up. Four gravediggers were standing nearby. They rushed into the skirmish and literally wrestled the two grandsons to the ground and held them there until help arrived.

The daughters were in tears as they cared for their mother. She appeared to be in shock. As Jeff struggled to help the knocked-down grandmother, he nearly fell back into the open grave.

Jeff’s wife had blood all over her. Jenny had offered aid to the bloodied stepson. She had to go for shots once she learned that the bleeding drug addict had hepatitis.

Sirens filled the quiet solitude of the cemetery. Four police cars, an ambulance, and a firetruck raced to the scene. I have never witnessed a funeral like this one. I have the highest respect for my associate and longtime friend as you can tell by my next comment. If you are expecting a fight showdown in Tombstone, call Doc Segner.

Why do we still fight?

At some point you and your partner are going to fight. Fighting does not mean you are with the wrong person, or that your relationship is doomed. Conflict is an inevitable part of any longstanding human relationship, especially ones that involve the most intimate parts of our lives.

Marriage is the union of two kingdoms into a better one. King George and Queen Mary must lay down their crowns at the feet of the King of kings. It is always better to surrender to a better way to live. Learn to love first and love most.

Most of us will not succumb to fisticuffs or physical harm, but we fight with words or social media. We cause emotional damage. We sever relationships, causing others to unnecessarily choose sides.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will never hurt me. Yes, they do. Kind words bring life, but cruel words crush the spirit (#1 Textbook).

The cause of all conflict is unmet, unrealistic, and, sometimes, unexpressed expectations (#1 Textbook).

We expected the other person to say something or do something. We expected them to know what we wanted, even when we never expressed it.

That might lead us to be discouraged, to feel disrespected. We feel hurt, unloved, unappreciated. So, our response might be a barrage of loud shouts or sounds of silence.

The other person might express hostility, but it takes two to fight. The #1 Textbook says for us not to retaliate or seek revenge. Listen. Understand, Repair the relationship.

Little fights can feel as horrific and damaging as bigger fights. They are all big to us at the time.

A young man whom I had the pleasure of officiating his marriage several months earlier sought me out for counsel. He was distraught. He and his wife had been fighting over some unmet and unexpressed expectations. He did not think their marriage could survive.

He explained the problem clearly. His wife left the dirty pans and dishes in the sink overnight. He could not understand why she would wait until the next morning to wash them. This was serious. He was not sure their marriage would survive.

I tried not to smile. Many couples would trade their devastating problems with him in a heartbeat. Here was a sweet, kind young man who did not want to fight, but the battlefield of dirty dishes in the sink overnight would not go away.

I say yes and amen to all you women out there. He could have washed the pots and pans himself. Men do not think that way, thus causing unmet expectations to arise in you women. Do not expect what you will not express. Even then, you might be disappointed, but it should not become conflict.

I asked this young man if his mother used to put away all the dirty pans and dishes each night after dinner or before bedtime. He replied, “Of course.”

I followed up with a question regarding his mother-in-law. Did he know if she cleaned up her kitchen at night or waited until the morning? He responded, “She leaves them in the sink, just like her daughter.”

He still did not get it. I said, “Do you think that maybe your wife thinks she is doing it the right way because of how she was raised?”

“But it is not the right way.”

“Right, because that is not how you were raised. There is a solution to the problem. You do not have to fight about this. Ask her if she would do the dishes at night. If she refuses, you can do them if it bothers you this much.”

I do not know how the dirty dish saga was resolved. I know they have been married for over thirty years with wonderful kids and grandkids. No fight is worth interfering with that.

On a slightly larger scale, I counseled a couple engaged in verbal warfare. Some shouts. Some sounds of silence. They were on the brink of separation. As part of getting to the root problem of selfishness, I asked each one to prepare a list of the things the other person needed to change.

The next week, the husband began. He pulled out his three-by-five card and emphatically read the three things which she needed to change to make their marriage work. I think they are the universal list for men. Food. Cleaning. Lovemaking.

Yes, we men are narrow-minded…and unreasonable in our expectations.

When it was the wife’s turn, she pulled out a full-sized yellow notepad with five pages of single-spaced problems her husband needed to change. Yes, you women have the memory of elephants. Mistakes are not forgotten. Never. He was in shock. He had no idea of the magnitude of her grievances.

Unmet, unrealistic, and unexpressed expectations. That is the source of all conflict.

Unmet expectations become the foundation of all conflict, not only in marriage, but in every relationship. Learn to be a peacemaker.

Communication without fighting is not easy. It is doable. A great place to start is with God. Tell him your expectations. Much of the time, we are really fighting with God, much like Jacob’s wrestling match. We just do not want to admit it.

God will tell you to love first and love most. That is the place to start and finish any communication.

This is the verse from the #1 Textbook that got my attention and changed my heart:

Treat the other person with longsuffering, enduring one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace (Ephesians 4:2-3).

I had to learn how to endure and be eager. But first, I had to want to be a love first, love most person.

Please, do not take the fight to the grave. Forgive and ask for forgiveness. Be the first to renew your love and love the most.

God will show you a better way to live (#1 Textbook). Give the other person the best of your love.