This topic is just bombarding me from all sides right now. Perhaps it is because today is the anniversary of my brother’s death four months ago. Perhaps it is because I’m seriously praying our kids through various needs they have right now, and as a parent, that is my duty. Perhaps, actually for sure, it is because I am working on my soon-to-be-born granddaughter’s busy book, where I’ll try to pass on wisdom and ideas for her new life, but for sure, it is because of the Beth Moore study on Believe God that I am extra sensitive to this topic.
I am privileged to have received a legacy of God’s grace and providence throughout my lifetime. I can’t remember a time when God was not revered and worshiped in my presence, probably, no, assuredly, while I was in the womb. We have tried to proclaim it in our going out and our coming in and in our every activity with our children. Our faith needs to be both taught and caught, and I pray we have been faithful in that obligation, no, in that joy. For what is our purpose but to know God and love Him forever?
The covenantal relationship between God and man is magnificent, a treasure beyond all counting, and I was again reminded about that in yesterday’s lesson by Beth Moore. Just as Abram passed on the covenant, and Moses and Joshua built a memorial to the crossing of the Sea with rocks taken from the middle of the Sea as a sign of God’s power and providence, so we need to pass on the traditions and meaningful sacrifice of praise to those who will continue after us. Our job as parents and grandparents is to impart that knowledge and stories of His faithfulness in our lives so there will be no question of God’s continual replenishment of the covenantal relationship throughout the ages. May we be faithful to that task.
When we criticize the church, the Body of Christ, we directly affront His Lordship. Would that we could watch and bridle our tongues when we are negative about her mission and her purposes. We need to worship in holiness and in a spriit of thanksgiving, and anything less than that is of the evil one. No longer can we pretend or let hypocricy reign. Instead we need to pray for forgiveness and confess our self-serving attitudes which damage the Bride of Christ. Our inheritance must be pure and our hearts must be cleansed. Then we can pass on the inheritance we are called upon to leave as our legacy. Let it begin with me, and if you care to join me, let us lift up our voices in praise to the God who forgives and loves us more than we deserve and more than we can fathom.
A career teacher, with forty years of teaching language arts/English, Betty Jackson enjoys wordsmithing, writing, and reading as a vocation and avocation.Retirement is her "age of frosting," a chance to pursue postponed hobbies with gusto. She especially sends kudos to the Space Coast Writers Guild members for their encouragement and advice. Her five books, It's a God Thing!, Job Loss: What's Next? A Step by Step Action Plan, and Bless You Bouquets: A Memoir, And God Chose Joseph: A Christmas Story, and Rocking Chair Porch: Summers at Grandma's are available at Amazon.com. Ms. Jackson is available to speak to local groups and to offer her books at discount for fundraising purposes at her discretion. She and her husband soon celebrate their 47th anniversary, and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Iowa, and now the paradise of Palm Bay, Florida. Their two grown children and daughter-in-love, all orchestra musicians, and our beautiful granddaughters Kaley and Emily live nearby. Hobbies, and probably future topics on her blog: gardening, symphonic music (especially supporting the Space Coast Symphony Orchestra as a volunteer and proud parent of a violinist, a cellist, and an oboist), singing, book clubs, and co-teaching a weekly small-group Bible study for seniors. She volunteers and substitute teaches at Covenant Christian School, and serves as a board member of the Best Yet Set senior group at church. Foundationally, she daily enjoys God's divine appointments called Godincidences, which show God's providence and loving kindness.