Tuesday, December 29, 2009


Most Christians want to know
how to be more fruitful for
God. Not being an expert on
such matters I want to say,
"I don't know how. It beats

However the Lord has drawn
several things to my attention
in the last few days. One is a
thought put forth by Oswald
Chambers. In part he said,

"The people who influence us most are not those who
buttonhole us and talk to us, but those who live their
lives like the stars in heaven and the lilies in the field,
perfectly simply and unaffectedly. Those are the lives
that mould us.
"If you want to be of use to God, get rightly related to
Jesus Christ and He will make you of use unconsciously
every minute you live."
-My Utmost For His Highest, p.101

That tree in the top photo
is not real, as you know. And
the "fruit" (Let's call it that.)
obviously is just "stuff" my
wife hung on it. (You know,
just like Religion.)
Not good to eat.

This next photo (Poor as
it and the tree are.) is
the real thing. A real
tree with real fruit.
 And the fruit would be eatable
- if you could stand it.

What did the tree do to produce fruit. Just
existed as a tree and the life of the tree flowed
through it producing fruit. To bear fruit for
God, we simply connect to him and let his life
flow through us. Then the fruit comes.
I want to relate one incident in my life that
illustrates how God can use us without even

When I was in High School a new boy moved
in the area. His family had been living out
of the country and returned home. So he had
some adjustments to make.

All I remember is I liked the guy. We were both
Christians. He was a nice clean cut fellow. And
when our little group would get together for
Bible study at school (Yes, back then we could.)
he would be, in my estimation, a spiritual
leader - if we even had one.
I had a car. He, didn't. I had a motorcycle, he
didn't. So sometimes I would be taking him to
various Christian functions in my old Ford. We
even cut class together one time. We took my
motorcycle and went up in the mountains. I
think we made it back before the next class. But
my transmission went out in the ordeal. Wow,
what fun for a couple of teenagers.

In short, we were just two Christian teenagers
having a good time together. He went on to
college and got smart. I got married. And of
course our ways parted.

I would hear of him from time to time. He went
on to pastor a church. Then got a doctorate. And
the last I knew was apparently a professor in one
of his denomination's colleges. [I don't know
what he professed. But that's what professors
do, isn't it? Profess.]

Fast forward about thirty five years.
One day leaning against my bench at work a
Christian brother, from another church, came
ambling across my work area. He called this
0ld friend by name and ask if I knew him. Yes.
He ask me if I would be interested in the paper
my friend mentioned my name in. Of course.
I want to quote most of his comment,

"I personally, as a high school student, moved
from the edge of tumbling into the wasteland
of becoming a drop-out into the rich and
productive life I have experienced as a minster
of the gospel, all because a ------ ----- gave me
the most priceless of human gifts - friendship."

Hey! I didn't even try. But God let me be a help.
Jesus said,

"I am the vine, you are the branches. He who
abides in me, and I in him, he it is that bears
much fruit, for apart from me you can do
-John 15:5 RSV

There we have it. Just abide - stay - in Jesus.
Let his life flow through us and grow where
he planted us.

Saturday, December 19, 2009


Prayer is breathing
for the Christian.
Without it we cannot
survive. It is the
Christian's life.
For years I have
wanted to be a man
of prayer. Like
everything else, I never made it.
At least to my satisfaction.

Years ago I was reading a book on prayer by a
noted pastor on the west coast. I remember him
saying "that when he set in his chair to pray..."
I thought, no way. Coming before the very God and
creator of the universe. And setting in a chair. No.
The only proper way to come before the King of
Kings, the Lord of Lords, the Potentate of the
universe is prostrated before Him.

Now that I am a older, when I set in my chair
to pray......

Today I was sorting through a few of my books. I
try to keep my books on prayer together as a group.
I have some of the classic books on prayer like
Bounds set and other men of God. And of course a
few of the newer hot shots. No, I have not read all
of them yet. That's so I can always have another to
read, I guess.

As I was sorting I noticed that the pile of books on
prayer was getting larger than several of the other
subjects. And I realized that even with all these
books, I still was not the man of prayer I wanted to
be. There were sixty two books and booklets on

Now I'm a simple man. And a very simple thought
came into my mind. With all these books on prayer,
I'm still not the man of prayer I want to be. Wouldn't
I come closer to being a man of prayer by simply
spending more time talking with God?

Thursday, December 3, 2009


I detest calling attention to myself. But you have had
those times that you want to let the world know what God
has done for you. So you will understand, won't you?

As Christians God has called us to be "a chose race, a
royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's own people,
OF HIM who called you out of darkness into his
marvelous light." [Emphasis mine].
-1 Peter 2:9 RSV

So, I'll try.
For the last several years each morning I pray that God
will protect each of us in the family. That "he will give his angels
charge of you to guard you in all your ways."
-Psalms 91:11 RSV

And he has done that lots of times. That is why I am
still alive today. But hear one more.

Yesterday (At the time of this writing.) afternoon I was
at work on my office. I am building it so there is a loft area
above it. That will allow storage of all the stuff we never
should have bought in the first place. And the things that
are used only on occasion, such as luggage.

I was working on the floor of the loft when I tripped. I fell on
my back with my head and shoulders hanging over. I could
feel myself teetering on the edge.
What kept me from falling head first eight feet onto the
concrete and building materials below, I don't know. It had to
be God giving an angel charge over me to protect me.
Praise God and thank you Jesus.

The picture. That's where I would have landed,
if the Lord had not intervened.