Saturday, April 2, 2016

You'll Never Walk Alone

Some mornings I wake up with so much preach in me I can have church all by myself. This morning the choir is up singing “You’ll never walk alone” and I am already up on my feet in my mind and I’m walking and I’m telling those who would have ears to hear that the moment you chose to be chosen, the moment you chose to walk with the Lord was the moment you ceased to walk by yourself . Not that He didn’t have His hand on you from the moment you were thought of and conceived, but you had to come to yourself and realize that nothing else matters but being with, walking with Him who is God eternal, God the King of kings and Lord of lords.


You see the thing that sometimes throws us for a loop in this walk is the storms and sometimes those storms are in our minds. Sometimes the storms are a clearing away of old patterns of thinking, old ways of doing things, old attachments and dependencies so that God can break forth that new thing in you. And the thing about a storm is that it is nearly impossible to see and even more impossible to see who is for you. That just may be why Paul wrote, “If God be for us, who can be against us.“ (Romans 8:31)


Somebody ought to say Amen because the entrance of that word from Paul brings light to the situation. I’m walking right now and it seems like there’s no help in sight. I don’t see any help on the right. I don’t see any help on the left. I look ahead and can’t seem to trust even the glimmer of the new that is in front of me. I have not been this way before, I cannot see where I am going. My mind is flooded with all kinds of emotions.


Yet, I have the blessed assurance in print that if God be for me who can be against me? So, I keep walking.
And then I hear the echoing of the choir singing that song—“when you walk through a storm hold your head up high” and I find my self reassuring myself that I got to keep my mind fixed on things above like Paul told the church at Colosse--- NO MATTER WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. (Colossians 3:2)


Then the songwriter goes on to say “Hold your head up high and don’t be afraid of the dark.”
I know why the songwriter said that because FEAR will show up in the storm, won’t it.? Fear will come and try to snatch your mind off of things above and onto a whole slew of what ifs,… what if this happens, and what if they do that?? And so on and so on.


And then the songwriter speaks of the end of the storm bringing a “golden sky and a sweet song” and my mind goes to Hebrews 12: 2 and I am reminded to fix my eyes on Jesus the author and finisher of my faith, who for the joy set before Him, endured the cross and all kinds of opposition.

“Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain, though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone.”


I don’t know about you but I believe I can take another step because I know who holds my future. I can take that next step because my hope is not a WHAT, it’s a WHO and His name is Jesus. I can walk on with my hope, my Jesus in my heart and I’ll never ever walk alone. I can weather any old storm… Now, let the church say, Amen.



Friday, April 1, 2016

An Encounter At The Nail Salon

I had a wonderful experience at a nail salon today here in Hayward. I was in the chair hawk-like watching both the feet and hand technicians when a couple of young sisters came in. I was the only customer in the shop at the time so I was glad for the company. The sisters tarried over the nail polish and then took a seat just a station away from where I was. The taller of the two spoke, "Hi Ma’am" and I returned with a "Well hello there" and then I returned to my watching and she to her robust conversation with her buddy. When my technicians finished and left me to dry the young sister said “I’m sorry, Ma’am I am so sorry’ and then turned to her friend and said, “Girl, I don’t cuss in front of my elders.”

I must have drifted off in my thoughts because I didn’t hear any such language. Oh well, I thought to myself and leaned back in my chair to relax but I sensed a quickening in my spirit and I knew that the Holy Spirit was prompting me to say something to her. Just as I was about to open my mouth another technician gestured for me to come to the eyebrow arching chair across the way. I strolled over to where the archer stood with wax in hand thinking I’m going to seize this opportunity. The technician zapped my loose gray brow strands and all I could think of was the scripture I had posted on Facebook earlier that day. I couldn’t think of the chapter or verse but I remembered Proverbs.

The second that technician finished I had her snatch that cotton from between my toes and I jetted to an empty seat right next to that apologizing young sister. I don’t even remember looking at my brows to see if they were right. I sat and said, “Sister let me share something with you” and then fumbled with my less than an I phone to get an internet connection. She introduced herself while I fumbled and I did the same.

My phone would not cooperate so I said, “Sister that was a special thing you did apologizing for your language. I don’t hear a lot of that from your generation and I appreciate the respect. But I tell you, I posted this scripture in Proverbs on Facebook earlier and it had to do with your words and health. It said pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and health to the bones. You probably already know that our immune system is in the marrow in our bones and a whole bunch of diseases come from weakened immune systems. They say I have arthritis and when I thought about it a few minutes ago I remembered that I cussed like a sailor from the 6th grade to the day I got saved. I am looking at your beautiful smile and I bet you never thought that the words you speak might mess with your health down the way.”

She said, “No, ma’am. I hadn’t thought of that

I said, “Pleasant words, sister, remember to let pleasant words come out of your mouth so you can be as healthy as you are beautiful.”

She said, “Yes, Ma’am, I won’t forget. Thank you. It was good meeting you.”… and such and so and I said the same because it was… a good meeting…it really was.