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Breakfast With My Daddy

My daddy and me…

“Okay, Sister. After you peel the potatoes, put them in this,” my daddy said pointing to a metal gadget with a handle. “Then turn this and they come out sliced ready for the frying pan.” Dad shifted his head, faced me, and smiled.

My 8-year-old-self couldn’t help but smile back. When you’re 8 and it’s Saturday morning, you get to watch cartoons AND make breakfast with your Father–well, what’s not to smile about?

In fact, just thinking about those Saturday mornings make me smile now and I’m well into my 50′s.

So when I read Beth Moore’s study of Thessalonians 3:1, and her definition of prayer, I beamed and warmed at the same time. Here’s a quote:

“Prayer is accepting a royal summons to the King for breakfast with your dad.”

Munch on that for a while.

Here’s another quote:

“God loves you. He loves your company. He loves to search the depths of your soul and hear the dreams of your heart. He knows what troubles you when you crawl into bed and what awaits when you crawl out. He knows why you’re scared and where you’re unprepared.”

You know, as great as my earthly father was, sometimes he was too busy for me, or too far away, or maybe just too preoccupied to listen.

But not my heavenly Daddy.

Recently, in our church home group, we discussed prayer. One man I admire in our church prays this way.

Father, we come to you by the blood of Jesus, and through the power of the Holy Spirit.

And it’s not just for Saturdays. We can come anytime we want.

And have breakfast.

And you can skip the cartoons and enjoy the feast.

 

He Lives Because of Eye Witnesses and BTW, in My Heart

My pastor, David Brady is stuck on I Cor. 15 and I’m glad.

He’s been challenging my thinking and helping me consider the resurrection of Christ with fresh eyes.

I’m trying to sing my way through Lent to prepare my heart for Easter, and tonight, I soloed in the shower. My repertoire consisted of “The Longer I Serve Him,” to “The King is Coming,” and “He Lives.”

My pastor from Christ Community Church of Mt. Airy, NC reviewed “He Lives.” His only problem (if you can call it that), is with “you ask me how I know He lives? He lives within my heart.”

That’s true. He lives in my heart. But that’s not how I know He lives. That’s David’s point.

We’re back to I Cor. 15. Paul names the eye witnesses. Look it up. 500+ people saw Christ over a 40-day period and were willing to die for it.

We don’t just hope Christ is resurrected at Easter and have a warm, fuzzy, feeling, kind of like the Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus. We have an actual historical event, backed up by eye witness testimonies with several original manuscript confirming His death and resurrection.

Easter is really the apex of history.

And just like Easter was foretold in both the Old Testament and New Testament, His return is also imminent. A future event.

I can’t wait!

Are you ready?

Perhaps the reason Mr. Ackley used the lyrics, “You ask me how I know He lives, He lives within my heart,” was because “You ask me how I know He lives? He lives because (for you music people a VERY LONG Bird’s eye) He appeared to Cephas, then the twelve, then to 500 brothers at one time, and James, and to all the apostles, and one untimely born (all on one note)AND (big crescendo) He lives within my heart,” was a little too long.

Like this sentence.

Hallelujah! He lives!

Sing along with Alan Jackson and worship my friend.

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