“Soul Feast…”

“But Jesus replied, “I have a kind of food you know nothing about.”

John 4:32

I began taking a class yesterday on contemplative prayer.  This is a form of prayer in which we are called to be completely still for a period of time.  It is much different than the way I normally pray, taking my every thought and request to God.  I have come to realize that I spend most of my prayer time talking.  That is why this class interested me so much, it will teach me how to listen.

My first assignment was to learn this week how to practice mindfulness.  That means to live in the moment and be aware of God’s presence at every point during the day.  I was encouraged to spend 15 minutes this morning and 15 minutes this evening  being perfectly still, perfectly quiet, and living in that moment.  Sounds simple right??

Wrong!  It was incredibly hard.  Being physically still was the easy part.  However, quieting my mind was extremely difficult.  It kept jumping between events that happened yesterday or a week ago, all the way over to the things I need to accomplish today or this weekend.

Yes, to just sit and listen, to quiet my mind so that I might be aware of God’s presence was very difficult for me.  I guess that shows how much I really do need this class.  However, for the few minutes I was able to, I found that the practice provided me with some much needed peace and clarity.  To be able to sit and commune with the risen Savior does provide us with a “food” we know nothing about.  It is a soul feast in which our spirits are filled with His presence and nourished for the journey to come.  It is a form of power and energy with which we are not accustomed.  It can become, I can see, quite addictive if we stay with it.

I am sharing below a poem written by my teacher, the Reverend Dr. William Thiele, a pastor in the United Methodist Church in New Orleans.  After reading this poem yesterday, I was more than convinced to try this prayer method.  Maybe it will be an encouragement to you as well.

Be still my friends!

If I Miss Seeing

If I miss seeing the 

the first opening

of the pink lotus blossom

in the early dawn

of its very first morning,

on my way to see

my first hospital patient 

of the day,


I’ll probably miss seeing

the expression on his face

as he waits to place his heart

in a surgeon’s hands too.

And if I miss seeing

the way the moon at dawn

still catches light

in its three-quarter radius

just above our cypress swamp,

on my way to see

my first hospital patient

of the day,


I’ll probably miss

hearing the way his throat catches

as he tells me he can’t pray too well

’cause his tears always take over

after the second word

until he can’t speak at all.

Don’t you see?

If I’m not here in every moment

of utter stillness in the bayou,

of morning dew pooling on the red caladiums,

of dawn falling across the grass,

I won’t be there

when a moment that means everything

comes from the mouth

or rises in the face

of the ones I will love today.

If I’m not here right now

with all my being,

I won’t be there either.

“Electric Green…”

“And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you.”

Ezekiel 36:25

I stepped out onto my back porch this morning to an incredible sight:  ELECTRIC GREEN!

You know that color don’t you?  The neon hue that adorns all the plants and bushes just as they begin to sprout anew in the springtime?    It is a different green than we see the rest of the year.  It is brand new; young and vibrant.  And when mixed with the crispness of the air, the smell of the coming rain, and the singing of the birds – it brings an amazing amount of energy, joy, and even hope to our sensibilities.

This green does more than simply herald the coming of the new season.  For me, it affirms something I know (but maybe have forgotten in the dark days of winter.)  This electric green reminds me that God is real and He is working to renew everything in my world.  Being able to touch the new growth on my backyard bushes is a visible and tangible reminder that God is always at work in my life renewing, regenerating, and helping me to begin again.

What a grace of our Father in heaven.  We are told that those who believe without seeing are truly blessed.  Those who have faith in the absence of  proof – they are held in high esteem by the Almighty.  And, sometimes, I am one of those people.  But many times, I am not.  Many times in the midst of discouragement and disappointment, it is hard for me to believe that God is still engaged in my affairs.  Sometimes when I have waited and prayed for so long with no discernible answer, I find myself doubting and wondering if He is even there at all.

But in His infinite mercy, He doesn’t hold those thoughts against me.  Instead He does just the opposite.  He gives me a sign, like these bushes that say, “I am still here with You.”  He gives me hope in a way that I can understand it.  And what a gift!  After all, He is the God of the universe, and He owes me nothing.  But His love for me is made real in these reminders that are popping up all around me.  I am humbled when I behold His handiwork – to know that He cares enough to help me over the hard days when my faith waivers and my emotions are overtaken with feelings of abandonment.  Indeed, He is my Good Shepherd.

How about you, friends?  Are you aware of God’s work in your life today?  Have you taken the time to look around for those signs that He is with you and will never forsake you?  Oh, please do.  They are there.  We just have to slow down and look for them.  Allow His grace to flow over you today and be renewed in your spirits.  Regardless of where you have been, allow Him to minister to your soul, renew your heart, and to create a new hope and way of seeing things today.  For He is good, all the time.

Peace my friends.

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“Blood Is Thicker…”

“So now you are no longer strangers and foreigners. You are citizens along with all of God’s holy people. You are members of God’s family.”

Ephesians 2:19

Yesterday I attended the funeral of my father-in-law.  He had lived here near my family for a couple of years.  Before that, he had been retired to the Alabama Coast for about 15 years.  And before that, he had lived for over 30 years in Pennsylvania.  So where would we have the funeral?  There was no question.  We were going home.

Home happens to be a very small town in south Alabama.  And as the family gathered, coming from Pennsylvania, Florida, Maine, and so many other places, we all felt the familiarity of coming home.  It might sound strange, but having been a member of the family for only 10 years, I didn’t know most of the people there.  However, my 7-year-old son described the situation best when we arrived in the parking lot and he commented that this was “our church.”

After the service, our family gathered at the First Baptist Church.  There, members had been busily working all morning to prepare lunch for us all, as well to provide a place for us to gather and reminisce.  These kind-hearted people have done this on many occasions for our family, and we indeed consider this our family church.

I find it interesting that none of our generation have ever attended a service there.  We knew none of the people serving us.  However, that didn’t seem to matter.  We are welcomed there and loved every time we step through the door.  We are counseled by a pastor that only knows we are part of the family.  We are fed and consoled by people that we have never met.  What causes this?

I can think of a couple of reasons:

  1.  They love Jesus, and therefore, love us.  They are the church.  We are the church.  And we are called to love and help each other.  That is a plausible explanation.  But, probably closer to the point,
  2. We are family.

See all those folks ministering to us yesterday, they didn’t know us.  But they knew Poppy.  And they knew grandmother and grandaddy.  And they knew the generations of Johnsons that have come before us.  So when we show up, we are not strangers.  We are family.  And therefore, they love us.

I dare say, the elder members of our family didn’t realize the bonds they were forging in all those years of showing up, helping out, and supporting that community of faith.  They just went about their daily lives, but were intentional in being an integral part of that church family.  My husband’s grandmother once told me she had been a member of the same Sunday school class for over 70 years.  And I believe in those years, of serving together, praying for each other, and going through life together – family was forged.

And here we are today, my children call that place, “our church.”  They already know that this is place where they can go to be loved and cared for.  All because the blood of Jesus Christ has created something strong and unified there.  It is a legacy that I am eternally grateful for.

I ask you, friends, what kind of legacy are you creating for your children?  Think about it?  When you are no longer in the picture, who will care and love your family without fail, just because of the relationships you have built?  Are you creating a “family” for them that they can trust and run to if times get hard?  It is a question worth asking for the sake of our future generations.

The enduring quality of the church is that it isn’t built on temporal promises.  It is built on the foundation of Christ’s love for us.  It goes on forever.  And we are part of the family, not due to some random occurrence, but because His blood is thick enough to bind us all together for the long haul.

Shalom my friends.

“I Wait…”

“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”- Jeremiah 33:3

It is that time of year again.  The excitement wells up in my chest, my mind begins racing with ideas and possibilities, and I can’t wait because of the anticipation building in my soul.  What is going on, you ask?  Those of you that know me well may have already guessed:  IT’S STRATEGIC PLANNING TIME!

That is right, it is the time of year that I sit down with Pastor Wade and discuss our dreams and vision for the coming years.  I love this time because I get to spend some great time with God, asking what He wants to do next.  I get so excited to re-visit where we have been as a church and where He is leading us next.  How will we worship?  Which leaders is He raising up for His mission?  How are we being called to minister and love those around us?  How will we, as a congregation, come to know Jesus more intimately?

Who wouldn’t be excited??

I create my planning and goal objectives with several different time frames in mind:  the immediate, 1-3 years, and 5-10 years.  And each year I re-visit those longer-term plans, adjusting for any changes that might be needed.  You might think planning that far in advance is strange, however, we have occupied this church for over 8 years now, and it has gone by in the blink of an eye.  We have to continually be looking at the future, or it will pass us by and take our opportunities for reaching others for Christ with it.

The point today is that I wanted to share the method I use for planning.  It is the best gift from God I can receive and I believe it isn’t contained to church leadership.  For anyone that is hoping to make good decisions, I believe cultivating a means of listening to God is essential.

We all listen to God differently.  But during my planning process, this is what I do.  (I would love for you to share your experiences if you are willing.)

  1.  I go to my quiet place.  I personally have several, but yesterday I spent a couple of hours at our church prayer labyrinth.


2.  I don’t begin with:

  • What we are currently doing
  • What other people are doing
  • What we have done in the past
  • What is logical
  • What makes sense
  • What can we afford

3.  Instead, I clear my mind as best I can with all my pre-conceived notions.  After all, He may be leading us in a completely different direction, and I need to be open to that.  Then I ask God to show me, in a way that I can understand, where He wants us to go, what He wants us to do.

4.  Then I wait.  And listen.

5.  Then I wait and listen some more.

6.  I bring a drawing pad, a bible, and my journal with me.  I continue to write or draw anything that comes to mind.

7.  I don’t ask for any specifics like “How?” or “When?” or “How will we pay for it?”

8.  I just listen and record whatever message or vision He shows me.  Then I agree to do whatever it is to be the best of my ability.

9.  Then I come back again the next day, and the next.  And I continue to pray the same prayers and ask the same questions and record whatever I receive.  And eventually, I have a plan of action and a peace of heart that I am headed in the right direction.

The key is, I keep coming back until I have what I need to proceed.  Sometimes it takes a day, some times I come every day for months.  But the secret is that I keep coming.  Just like the persistent widow, I have faith that if I keep asking, God will answer.  And not only does He answer, He gives me a good plan.  I never worry that I made the wrong decision or choice.  I never second-guess myself.  And I never have any anxiety about what might be coming in the future.  I have peace.

My friends, I hope that you have the ability to withdraw from the world and work through your decisions with God.  I hope that you have a place to meet with Him.  And I hope that you have the patience and wisdom to seek Him continually.  The blessings of His presence in such matters are too numerous to count.  And as followers of Christ, we are called to walk with Him in all things.  There is grace in the everyday with Him if we will only seek it out.


In my prayer time at the labyrinth, I spent a good deal of time lying on my back in the center.  This was my magnificent view.  It changed my perspective on several ideas.


“Two Nuns and a Monster Truck…”

“I have told you these things so that you will be filled with my joy. Yes, your joy will overflow!”

John 15:11

I had my devotion all set in my head this morning.  However, I saw something on the way to work that I just had to share.

The road I take to work is what we in Alabama call a backroad.  Not a major highway, just a small two-lane road that meanders its way through woods.

So I set out for work; weary, sad, and just trying to make it through the day.  And God reached down and touched my heart with a sprinkling of pure joy, a manifestation of His unending grace toward me.

I saw coming toward me a really big truck.  You know the kind that are common to this part of the country, the kind with tires taller than me.  As I watched this monster come roaring toward me, I noticed something flicker outside of the driver’s window.

“That person better not be throwing trash out their window,” I thought.  Because I was just in the right mood to take on anyone driving that behemoth.  After all, diligent members of my church family routinely go out and clean up the trash people throw on to the road.  I was ready to confront the offenders.

But upon further study, I noticed that the image flowing out of that window was not trash at all.  As I peered into the cab of the truck, I could see that it was occupied by two nuns, fully dressed in their habits which were blowing in the breeze of the windows.

As they flew past me with their engine roaring and their big tires churning, I noticed that they were both cackling at the tops of their lungs!  Picture it friends, can you imagine such a sight??

Now I don’t know about you, but this doesn’t fit the picture I have in my head of how nuns normally live.  I don’t actually know any, but I tend to think more of quiet, prayerful people living in stone fortresses rather than rip-roaring partiers roaming the backwoods of Alabama.  I mean, they aren’t supposed to be having that much fun are they?

But what I realized in that brief, precious encounter was that, yes indeed, they were supposed to be having that much fun.  My heart was lifted in those few seconds and a smile spread to my face as I recalled the wonderful promise Jesus gave us in John chapter 15: Your joy will overflow.  What a fantastic reminder!

I think sometimes we followers of the Way get it wrong.  Somewhere through the ages, we got the idea that following God meant solemnity at all times and piety at all costs.  Somewhere along the way, Christianity got tagged as a lifestyle with no parties, no laughter, and nothing else that might cause enjoyment. (I think it might have happened in the dark ages.)

But on this glorious spring day my friends, let us remember that Jesus went to parties.  Jesus had friends and deep relationships.  Jesus even drank wine.  So I am sure that He also laughed and experienced great joy.  And He promised to fill us completely with His joy through the Holy Spirit.  We need to embrace that fact and learn to live in a joyful state of mind while worshiping God instead of feeling guilty about it.

There are times, like today, that I don’t feel much joy.  However, I am reminded that I have much more in my life to celebrate than to lament.  All I have to do is stay connected to the source of that divine joy.  All I have to do, is turn myself over to His tender mercies and He fills me with His presence and His joy.  All for free.  Just because I am His beloved.

Praise God, the Father, who continues to flow grace over me and show me the real way to live.  And may He abundantly bless the nuns in the monster truck who showed up at the right time to lead me into abounding laughter.

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit I pray.


“I Don’t Know What Heaven Is Like…”

“I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, “Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”

 And the one sitting on the throne said, “Look, I am making everything new!”

The Revelation of Saint John, 21:3-5

I was driving my kids to school this morning and my son commented on the beauty of the trees.  We have a huge area of trees right beside the school that are heavy- laden with the most beautiful white blossoms.  They are truly spectacular in the springtime.

As he marveled at the sight, he commented that “this must be what heaven looks like.”  What he didn’t know, was that I had been thinking about heaven for hours.  His grandfather died earlier this morning.  And when we received the call, I immediately began to wonder about the joyous reunions going on in heaven today.

I don’t know what heaven is like.  All I have is what the scriptures tell me.  And based upon God’s word, this is what I imagine is going on there right now.

  1.  After his long-fought struggle with cancer, he has a new body.  One that is strong, glorious and pain-free.  – Thank you, Lord, for that gift.
  2. He is no longer suffering from the mental ravages of both a disease and the loss of many loved ones.  Thank you, Lord, for your tender mercy.
  3. He is filled with pure joy because he is in the presence of his Savior.  Thank you, Lord, for your extravagant grace.
  4. He is experiencing the warmth and security of his true home, the one created especially for him by our Almighty Creator.  Thank you, Lord, for your eternal provision.

I honestly don’t know what heaven is like.  But I believe it exists and my sweet father-in-law did too.  I believe he is there right now, dancing with his bride that left us far too early.  I can only imagine that his infectious smile and laugh has returned because of his joy in the presence  of pure Perfection.  And I truly believe he has a peace that we can’t comprehend, because he finally sees the whole glorious picture of Christ’s plan for us.

My heart is filled with joy and thanksgiving as I sit imagining the Johnson residence in heaven.  Because I know, as Jesus promised, that Poppy is living in a paradise beyond our wildest dreams.  I also know that there is a place for me there as well.  And one day, our family will be reunited there with much joy.

It is my hope and prayer that each one of you have the same assurance in your heart.  Our Lord loves each of you and His grace is available to all who call on Him.

Glory be to God, and thanks be to our Savior Jesus Christ!


“It Doesn’t Really Matter Who….”

 “Pilate, wanting to release Jesus, addressed them again;  but they kept shouting, “Crucify, crucify him!”  A third time he said to them, “Why, what evil has he done? I have found in him no ground for the sentence of death; I will therefore have him flogged and then release him.”  But they kept urgently demanding with loud shouts that he should be crucified; and their voices prevailed.  So Pilate gave his verdict that their demand should be granted.  He released the man they asked for, the one who had been put in prison for insurrection and murder, and he handed Jesus over as they wished.”

 Luke 23:20-25

I read this and become so angry. I am angry at the injustice. I am angry at the weakness of the government officials. I am angry at the ignorant crowd. And I am very angry at the religious leaders. How could all these people allow an innocent man to be tortured to death? It is disturbing.

However, we must also remember that it was necessary. As twisted and hate-filled as it was, it was God’s plan to reconcile US back to Him. That’s right friends, this most horrible event was allowed to happen so that you and I could one day live in paradise.

So, if I am to be disturbed, I should be disturbed by my own sinful nature. If I am to be angry, I should be angry that an innocent man had to die in my place. Because, certainly, if there had been any other way to save my soul, God would have found it. But there was none. There was no other way to secure my salvation because my depravity is too deep. My nature is to love myself above others, and my heart is not fully surrendered to God.

So Jesus chose to come and die for my sake. And it doesn’t really matter who pronounced judgment or who hammered the nails.  He did it to save me.

What am I to do with that reality? How am I to respond to such a gift that I cannot completely comprehend it? What should my life, which was bought with someone else’s blood and agony, produce in this world?

I hope you are meditating on these questions today my friends. For they are the heart of what today is all about. And the answers to these questions are the foundation of our relationship with Jesus. They deserve as much prayer and deliberation as we can give them. For today, we have been redeemed.

Grace to you.




“As Sacred As You Make It…”

“I am praying not only for these disciples but also for all who will ever believe in me through their message.”

 John 17:20

Maundy Thursday. The last day of Jesus’ earthly life. How did He spend it? Do what all faithful Jews do, celebrating the Passover. Of course, we know it to be so much more than a normal Passover meal. Jesus took a day that was already greatly meaningful for His friends and turned it into something deeply sacred.

He created something sacred by what He did, what He taught, and how He loved on that final night. And it was not only for the twelve insiders. Jesus created this sacred moment for all of us who would believe in their footsteps.

The next two days were meant to be holy and set apart for us, friends. They are meant to be a time of reflection, prayer and repentance. I pray that you allow the Spirit of God to take you to such a place today. I encourage you, do not let the ordinary take the place of the sacred in the days to come. As much as you can, tune out the world and draw near to the Savior.   It is only in this way that we can truly be made new. On this day, when He could have chosen to do anything, He chose to pray for us. I hope, on this day when you can choose to do anything, you choose to honor Him.

I am attaching the following link to the chapters that recall that Last Supper. There is so much richness and grace to be had in these holy words. I hope that you can spend some time in quiet reflection today on what He did, what He taught, and how He loved.

Grace to you.

The Gospel of John, chapters 13-18


“My Heart Condition…”

When the Pharisees heard that he had silenced the Sadducees, they gathered together, and one of them, a lawyer, asked him a question to test him.  “Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?”  He said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’  This is the greatest and first commandment.  And a second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.”

 Matthew 22:34-40

Jesus had a great way of making the religious people look sort of ridiculous. He took a complicated system of laws and statutes and expressed them in a way that was simple and easy to follow. And this confounded the priests. After all, they had spent generations constructing these laws down to the minute detail, and He was able to brush all that away and get down to the heart of the matter.

And yet, the truths He spoke were very deep and full of meaning. The difference between the man-made laws and Jesus’ interpretation, I believe, comes down to an “action vs. attitude” scenario.

For example, one of the big laws was “Do Not Commit Adultery.” I understand that. I can do that and feel very confident that I have done what God wants of me.

However, Jesus said it wasn’t about the action itself, but about my attitude, or heart condition, regarding the action. He said that if I even looked at anyone other than my spouse (with lustful thoughts) that I would be committing adultery. That is a whole other issue. Controlling my thoughts and emotions creates an internal struggle within my soul. Sure I can walk away from potentially adulterous situations. That is easy. But once I have been tempted, it is going to be almost impossible to stop thinking about it. All of a sudden, when interpreted through the lens of my Savior, my “good” actions have transformed into a sinful circumstance.

For me, the same is true with the Great Commandment (both sides of it.) I can follow all the rules, keep the Sabbath, have no other gods, don’t kill, don’t lie, etc. But where does my heart lie?

Am I truly loving God with everything I have? Is He truly first in my life above everything else including my job, my family and even my own comforts?

And am I truly loving my neighbor as myself? Or do I placate this requirement by doing a volunteer day every once in a while and giving money when asked for a missions offering? Do I love the neighbor that I don’t like? Am I Ioving people that make me uncomfortable? Is my daily life a reflection of His love for all people?

On this last day of “formal” teachings, Jesus said many things. However, above everything else, He said this was the most important. With only 2 days left with us, I believe He chose His words very carefully. So I have to take time today and dive deeply into this Commandment. I am compelled to seek His opinion on whether I am living up to it. And what HE would have me do in my pursuit of it.

Our Savior is a God of grace and mercy. His grace sustains us in our relationship with Him, and His mercy is poured over us with an expectation that we will pour it over others. Let us not allow His greatest commandment go unfulfilled, friends. Let us seek Him deeply and allow ourselves to be used as instruments of His grace and gospel message.


Song of the Day: Amazing Grace






“If You Had One Week Left To Live…”

“Jesus entered the Temple and began to drive out all the people buying and selling animals for sacrifice. He knocked over the tables of the money changers and the chairs of those selling doves.  He said to them, “The Scriptures declare, ‘My Temple will be called a house of prayer,’ but you have turned it into a den of thieves!”

The blind and the lame came to him in the Temple, and he healed them.  The leading priests and the teachers of religious law saw these wonderful miracles and heard even the children in the Temple shouting, “Praise God for the Son of David.”

But the leaders were indignant.  They asked Jesus, “Do you hear what these children are saying?”

“Yes,” Jesus replied. “Haven’t you ever read the Scriptures? For they say, ‘You have taught children and infants to give you praise.’”  Then he returned to Bethany, where he stayed overnight.”

Matthew 21:12-17

As disciples of the Lord, Jesus Christ, let us re-trace the steps and actions of our Savior during this Holy Week.

On Monday of that week, scripture records this episode in the Temple. Remember, this was a Holy Week for Him too. It was the week that all Jews came to Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover, one of their most holy days.

Thousands upon thousands of good, God-fearing people coming to offer their sacrifices and worship. Coming to find healing, forgiveness, or peace. Coming to connect with the Great I AM. And what did they find?

Swindlers, cheaters, and spiritual prostitutes. People who were more concerned about taking their money than providing a meaningful worship experience. And these pilgrims were at the mercy of those who would take advantage of them. This system was set up to require a certain type of sacrifice and a certain kind of money. And the only place to get these required items were from the merchants and sellers conveniently set up in the house of worship.

No wonder Jesus was angry. No wonder He was moved to throw an epic fit in the midst of the chaos. Can you imagine it? Could you imagine your own pastor storming into church, turning over furniture, and throwing people out because of the farce we had made of worship?

Let me ask you a question. If you only had a week left to live, what would you do? What would you say? Only the most important things, right? And so did Jesus.

So I encourage you to spend time each day this week, immersed in the scriptures that document His activities. Search them. Pray over them. Ask the Lord what He is saying to you. And finally, meditate deeply on how you are being called to respond.

This is the deep work of the Spirit, my friends. Drink deeply from the fountain of our Lord’s revelation and be blessed by it.


If you are truly serious about keeping this week holy, I suggest you start here. This song and video are not easy. But they speak truth into what this week is all about .

Song of the Day: Yes, I Will… –Bebo Norman