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Not Perfect, But Okay – He Said
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Not Perfect, But Okay

Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.  1 Peter 5:6

“Come on, Mr. Eddie, let’s go.”

Go?

I glanced up at the rocky crag towering above us. Christopher referred to our hike as climbing a foothill, but at 12,183 feet above sea level the mountain felt like Mt. NeverRest. Before I could stop him – before I could counter with “let’s go … back down” — Christopher scaled the cliff and left me panting.

Problem with keeping up with a young boy Christopher’s age (eight) is that he is new. His joints are lubricated, lungs pliable, and heart unburdened by the cares of life. For me, each step produced wheezing and wobbling, and confirmed my deepest fear – I’d grown old.

Peter writes that if we let God have his way with us, in time, he may lift us up. Call it burn out, “drowned out” (swamped with life’s problems), or flat-out fatigue, but lately I’ve felt God’s mighty hand leaving me wrung out. God sentenced Moses to a desert, Joseph to a prison, and Jesus to a Cross. But in due time – at the right time – God brought them up and out.

Long after Christopher reached the rocky crag, I clambered over the last boulder and sat. While my new best friend posed on the peak for his picture (fearless and confident), I whispered, “God, if he wants to go further, you’ll have to carry me the rest of the way. I cannot climb your mountain.”

While I hunched forward to catch my breath, Christopher slid next to me and spoke God’s words into my tired heart.

“You may not be perfect, Mr. Eddie, but you’re okay.”

You’re pretty okay, too, Christopher.

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Not Perfect, But Okay – He Said

Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.  1 Peter 5:6 NIV

“Come on, Mr. Eddie, let’s go.”

Go?

I glanced up at the rocky crag towering above us. Christopher referred to our hike as climbing a foothill, but at 12,183 feet above sea level the mountain felt like Mt. NeverRest. Before I could stop him – before I could counter with “let’s go … back down” — Christopher scaled the cliff and left me panting.

Problem with keeping up with a young boy Christopher’s age (eight) is that he is new. His joints are lubricated, lungs pliable, and heart unburdened by the cares of life. For me, each step produced wheezing and wobbling, and confirmed my deepest fear – I’d grown old.

Peter writes that if we let God have his way with us, in time, he may lift us up. Call it burn out, “drowned out” (swamped with life’s problems), or flat-out fatigue, but lately I’ve felt God’s mighty hand leaving me wrung out. God sentenced Moses to a desert, Joseph to a prison, and Jesus to a Cross. But in due time – at the right time – God brought them up and out.

Long after Christopher reached the rocky crag, I clambered over the last boulder and sat. While my new best friend posed on the peak for his picture (fearless and confident), I whispered, “God, if he wants to go further, you’ll have to carry me the rest of the way. I cannot climb your mountain.”

While I hunched forward to catch my breath, Christopher slid next to me and spoke God’s words into my tired heart.

“You may not be perfect, Mr. Eddie, but you’re okay.”

You’re pretty okay, too, Christopher.

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The hand of God

Pride and Prejudice – She Said
So don’t be proud. Put yourselves under God’s mighty hand. Then he will honor you at the right time. Turn all your worries over to him. He cares about you. 1 Peter 5:6-7 NIV

I put the suitcase in the car and returned to my room. Empty. Hummm, where’d they go? I opened the door and wandered the hallways looking for my group. They were nowhere to be found, so I meandered out to the car and waited another fifteen minutes. By this time it was obvious my group had left me.

Oh well. I headed to the cafeteria to grab breakfast. There they were. My morning shower must have been short lived or I wasn’t meant to be included. I would have preferred the first … at least it was good cause to be left out.

I waded through the breakfast crowd, grabbed my meal, and headed toward my friend’s … gone. Now I’m feeling a little shunned.

Shortly after breakfast one of my friends asked if I’d head into town to run some errands. So I did. It was an opportunity to check out a unique little town in the Rockies, so me and my bruised ego headed out.

As I stood in the grocery line, a man and his wife whispered among themselves. Awkward, again. The automatic response was, “they’re talking about me.” I shifted from foot to foot wishing the cashier would hurry so I could leave.

Sometimes our pride trumps reality. We assume everything should center around us. The incidents become personal. I must have done or said something that made folks treat me this way, when truthfully that’s a lie we tell ourselves.

God’s hand is mighty and despite how I look at myself, He sees me through eyes of purity and grace. He understands my insecurities and sometimes even lets me wallow in them. When the time is right, He lifts me up…shows me just how special I am. Then God, in His loving and tender way, reminds me I am loved – especially by Him.

Just as I laid my items on the counter to pay, the man behind me tapped me on the shoulder. “Aren’t you a writer?”

I was dumbfounded. I’m 1500 miles away from home, in an obscure little store in the Rockies and this man asks if I’m a writer. “Yes, I am. How did you know?”

His wife pulled a wadded sheet of paper from her purse and straightened the wrinkles. It was a devotion printed from our website. One I’d written about our prodigal son.

“I knew it was you.” She said. “I read this every day. I see your picture every day. We have a prodigal son too.” For the next few minutes we shared a very intimate discussion.

I was honored…touched, this woman across the country, had kept the words I’d written as her encouragement.

God works to admonish us when the time is right. His plans are wonderfully woven together for us. I was feeling a little left out and I assumed they didn’t want to include me. God let me crawl around awhile before He touched my heart with the reason He wanted me in that town, in that store, at that time.

When you feel discouraged and left out, wait on God. His hand is mighty and His plans are perfect. He will honor you when He sees the time is right.

Eddie Jones and Cindy Sproles are friends and cofounders of ChristianDevotions.us. They cowrite the popular He Said, She Said devotions and host Blog Talk Radio’s Christian Devotions SPEAK UP! along with Scott McCausey. Eddie and Cindy travel and speak at conferences across the country and they are available to speak at your church or conference. Contact them at cindy@christiandevotions.us.

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God Made a Book Farmer – He Said
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Make the work harder for the people so that they keep working and pay no attention to lies.  Exodus 5:9

For several years I have prayed the petition of Jabez: “Lord, bless me. Enlarge my territory. Expand my area of influence for you. Keep me from pain. Keep me from sin. Keep me under your hand of protection.”

But no more. God can keep His blessings.

Turns out acquiring more land and expanding your tent requires hiring more help and the workers I have, won’t – work, that is. This week another one quit on me.

God loves to show up at the last minute and I’m good with that. I find it exciting to stand at the edge of a swollen river and watch God part the waters. To see God’s hand deliver during times of despair is an awesome thing. But what becomes of the servant who wades out into swollen waters without God’s help. I’ll tell you what – he drowns.

That’s where I am this week … drowning.

Couple of months ago our Pub Board voted to publish several new books. I had planned to offer contracts to those new authors. I believe that is our mission – to help launch new careers and advance His truth through books.

But without hay, clay, and time to rest, brick makers break. Without workers, books go unpublished.

If you hoped to find an upbeat, funny, “Oh, here’s another of those quirky Eddie devotions” message today, forget it. I don’t have the time or energy to be witty and wise. Only thing I can do is cry out to God and so I will. I’ll plead for help, resources, and patience from authors, editors, and agents.

Then I’ll go back to work.

Speaking Off Pitch – He Said
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Speaking Off Pitch

Do not pay attention to every word people say, or you may hear your servant cursing you. Ecclesiastes 7:21 NIV

Junior year in chorus, Mrs. Marley bounced me from her class. It was my fault. I’d cussed her. Not intentionally, or to her face, but she heard me.

See, what happened was this. Kevin and I were sitting in the tenor section singing some lame Christmas carol and halfway through the first refrain, Mrs. Marley stops and tells me I’m flat. I didn’t think I was but when we restarted the song, I focused and tried harder. She stooped and told me to stop messing around, that I was still off. I’m a lot of things – off being one of them – but that time I was on pitch. We tried again. This time I didn’t sing at all, just mouthed the words.

She stopped and called me out. “Eddie, either sing it right or don’t sing at all.”

Mrs. Marley wandered over to the soprano section to give them an earful about something, I forget what. Kevin nudged my elbow and told me to settle down. Guess he could tell I was ticked by what I was saying under my breath.

“If you don’t shut up, she’s going to hear you,” he warned.

“Let her, the old bat. For all I care she can kiss…”

And that’s when Mrs. Marley ignored King Solomon’s warning to overlook the curse words of a singing servant.

It’s hard to disregard the harsh words and slander tossed at us. Just this week a friend got all bent out of shape because of a review of his book. “Let it go,” I advised. Like I ever do, I thought.

Catching barbs and hurling them back seldom does any good, but it’s tough to let it go. And yet, let it go we must.

The evening after I got bounced from Mrs. Marley’s class, my mom asked what happened. Somehow she knew – moms always know. I think God tattles on bad boys. When I finished explaining that it wasn’t even me singing off pitch, she said firmly: “Tomorrow you will go back and apologize.”

“But I’m not –”

“No buts. She goes to our church, for goodness sake. How will it look, you getting thrown out of her class for cussing at her?”

Next day I apologized to Mrs. Marley. Later, she wrote a college letter of recommendation on my behalf. I saw her a couple of years ago and she remembered me without introduction. I didn’t bring up the “incident.”

All this is a way of saying, if I cussed in my heart this week, I’m sorry. Hope you’ll forgive me.

And forget it ever happened.

Good Eating – He Said
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Good Eating

Some of them paid no attention to Moses; they kept part of it until morning, but it was full of maggots and began to smell. Exodus 16:20 NIV

In 1968 I bit into an Almond Joy bar and chomped through a worm.

I forget what type of worm. Brownish pink, if I recall. I was riding home on my red Schwinn Spider bicycle (with banana seat, high-rise handlebars, and sissy bar) from Thompson’s store. I’d torn off a corner of the candy wrapper and taken my first bite when I glanced down and saw the remains of a worm wiggling amidst the coconut.

I woofed the mouthful of candy and worm guts onto the shoulder of the road, wheeled around, and returned to the store with the half-eaten candy bar. I got my money back, but it was a long time before I would eat another Almond Joy.

The Hebrew children had larvae-in-their-food problems too. We pick up the maggot story in verse eleven: The Lord said to Moses, “I have heard the grumbling of the Israelites. Tell them, ‘At twilight you will eat meat, and in the morning you will be filled with bread. Then you will know that I am the Lord your God.’”

That evening quail came and covered the camp, and in the morning there was a layer of dew around the camp…the Israelites did as they were told; some gathered much, some little. And when they measured it…everyone had gathered just as much as they needed. Then Moses said to them, “No one is to keep any of it until morning.” However, some of them paid no attention to Moses.

Same thing can happen with God’s blessings sometimes too. If we’re not careful — if we try to horde His goodness for ourselves — the sweetness of His provision will rot and leave us with a bad taste in our mouth.

There is no “getting ahead” with God. We can only get behind Him and follow. Nothing wrong with planning for the future, saving, investing, and building barns to store a bumper crop. But in the end, God warns that disease, blight, war, pestilence, and taxes can leave us impoverished.

Best thing to do is stay close on His heels and pick up only as many blessings as you can stomach in a sitting.

Hard to Find Good Help – He Said
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Hard to Find Good Help

The hired hand is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep. So when he sees the wolf coming, he abandons the sheep and runs away. John 10:12

It’s hard to get good help. In fact, these days it’s hard to get the help you hired to show up.

I can cite numerous instances where an employee failed to appear for their first day of work. No call, no email. Nothing.

In today’s workplace the clicking of typewriters and computer keyboards has been replaced with thumb-texting and bowed heads. And if you’re a customer waiting for service? Forget it. Your pending purchase merely serves as an interruption amidst the barrage of breaking news, tweets, posts, and pins.

At the risk of tempting God to whack me for editing the words of Jesus, allow me to alter today’s verse. The hired hand is not the boss and does not own the business. So when he sees the work coming, he abandons the job and runs away.

Work is not a wolf, but some employees treat physical and mental exertion as a thing to avoid. From my reading of Scripture I sense Christ never backed down from hard work. In fact, I suspect one reason he launched his public ministry so late in life was because he stayed home to run his family’s construction company. Though supremely gifted in other areas, he did the hard thing: he performed menial tasks. And he did so faithfully.

The good shepherd sticks around and takes care of His boss’s business.

Do we?

Next time we’re tempted to slack off, call in sick, or text on company time, remember: any task done to the glory of God is worship.

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Veggie War

Veggie War – He Said

Better a small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred. Proverbs 15:17

For St. Patty’s Day my wife cooked corned beef and collards. If you’ve never been in a home while collards simmered, you cannot appreciate the aromatic fragrance the leafy substance exudes as its steam rises from the boiler. My cousin Milton will occasionally radiate such a scent and be asked to leave the room.

I do not eat collards. I do not eat veggies. I do not like green things of any kind – though I can stomach lettuce. My wife likes asparagus, broccoli, string beans, lima, pinto, black, and butter beans. The only bean I like is coffee.

Cleaning up the kitchen after our St. Pat meal, I shelved the corned beef in the fridge and carried the pot of collards into the garage to — you know — air out.

Next day the veggie war erupted. My wife found the collards on the workbench next to my drill and complained that because I had not put them in the fridge they were not fit to eat. I was tempted to point out the flaw in her argument but did not. The collards were in the trash; I did not wish to join them.

My wife says she can live on nothing but veggies. Had I lived before the Great Flood, I am sure I would have starved. It is only after Noah ran aground that God allowed the skipper and his crew to eat meat. Yes, there is a treasure at the end of the rainbow and it’s a Weber grill.

Solomon is said to be the wisest man to have ever lived. I have no doubt he was. According to the Bible, Solomon had 700 wives and 300 concubines. The wives are described as foreign princesses, including Pharaoh’s daughter and women of Moab, Ammon, Sidon, and the Hittites. Any man receiving that much advice is bound to be a really smart fellow.

I cooked high and low for the point of this verse and I think it is this: Love covers a multitude of sins and sometimes it can mask the smell of collards. If I am wrong in regards to this, I have no doubt my wife will let me know.

Husbands, next time your wife says, “Honey, all I need is a little loving and some collards,” pay attention. This is her way of making peace in your home.

But just to be safe, you might also want to pay to get the house fumigated.

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Hard Nuzzled by Love – She Said

Better a small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred.v-vProverbs 15:17

My folks were not “fighters.” For the most part, their arguments were held behind closed doors and out of earshot. Still, Mom was great with the silent treatment, so I always knew when she and Dad had shared a few spats. Life in our home was pretty peaceful.

Apparently that wasn’t normal. My friends would talk about the knock-down-drag-outs their parents would have, and I just couldn’t imagine. I got sick listening to them describe the angry words and hateful attitudes.

My folks were encouragers, even when I was in the wrong. They were great at showing me my flaws by squeezing them between the good things I did and sharing those things with great love.

When God offered Solomon the opportunity to choose a gift, Solomon chose wisdom … both a blessing and a curse. As he ruled, he was able to clearly see both sides of a dispute and know how to solve the issue. But one of his greatest dabs of wisdom was this (paraphrased to the Cindy version) – Squeeze criticism between two pieces of love. Solomon understood love helps the “hard” go down a little easier. He figured out when you offer correction nuzzled between love, it’s received with an open mind.

I’ve had my share of folks who ripped me apart, never taking time to see the good I have done … only focusing on my flaws. So, whenever I teach or work with writers, my family, or friends, I try to remember their good qualities as well. When I offer the ways of improvement nuzzled between bits of praise, they are lifted up.

The next time you’re placed in a position to criticize, remember the words of Solomon. Practice positive assistance and you’ll grow in your own compassion. Those you help will grow in self-confidence and self-esteem. This is the wisdom sent down from God to Solomon. It translates to good in every language.

Eddie Jones and Cindy Sproles are friends and cofounders of ChristianDevotions.us. They cowrite the popular He Said, She Said devotions and host Blog Talk Radio’s Christian Devotions SPEAK UP! along with Scott McCausey. Eddie and Cindy travel and speak at conferences across the country and they are available to speak at your church or conference. Contact them at cindy@christiandevotions.us.

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Veggie War – He Said
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Veggie War

Better a small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred. Proverbs 15:17

For St. Patty’s Day my wife cooked corned beef and collards. If you’ve never been in a home while collards simmered, you cannot appreciate the aromatic fragrance the leafy substance exudes as its steam rises from the boiler. My cousin Milton will occasionally radiate such a scent and be asked to leave the room.

I do not eat collards. I do not eat veggies. I do not like green things of any kind – though I can stomach lettuce. My wife likes asparagus, broccoli, string beans, lima, pinto, black, and butter beans. The only bean I like is coffee.

Cleaning up the kitchen after our St. Pat meal, I shelved the corned beef in the fridge and carried the pot of collards into the garage to — you know — air out.

Next day the veggie war erupted. My wife found the collards on the workbench next to my drill and complained that because I had not put them in the fridge they were not fit to eat. I was tempted to point out the flaw in her argument but did not. The collards were in the trash; I did not wish to join them.

My wife says she can live on nothing but veggies. Had I lived before the Great Flood, I am sure I would have starved. It is only after Noah ran aground that God allowed the skipper and his crew to eat meat. Yes, there is a treasure at the end of the rainbow and it’s a Weber grill.

Solomon is said to be the wisest man to have ever lived. I have no doubt he was. According to the Bible, Solomon had 700 wives and 300 concubines. The wives are described as foreign princesses, including Pharaoh’s daughter and women of Moab, Ammon, Sidon, and the Hittites. Any man receiving that much advice is bound to be a really smart fellow.

I cooked high and low for the point of this verse and I think it is this: Love covers a multitude of sins and sometimes it can mask the smell of collards. If I am wrong in regards to this, I have no doubt my wife will let me know.

Husbands, next time your wife says, “Honey, all I need is a little loving and some collards,” pay attention. This is her way of making peace in your home.

But just to be safe, you might also want to pay to get the house fumigated.

Hard Nuzzled by Love – She Said
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Hard Nuzzled by Love – She Said

Better a small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred.v-vProverbs 15:17

My folks were not “fighters.” For the most part, their arguments were held behind closed doors and out of earshot. Still, Mom was great with the silent treatment, so I always knew when she and Dad had shared a few spats. Life in our home was pretty peaceful.

Apparently that wasn’t normal. My friends would talk about the knock-down-drag-outs their parents would have, and I just couldn’t imagine. I got sick listening to them describe the angry words and hateful attitudes.

My folks were encouragers, even when I was in the wrong. They were great at showing me my flaws by squeezing them between the good things I did and sharing those things with great love.

When God offered Solomon the opportunity to choose a gift, Solomon chose wisdom … both a blessing and a curse. As he ruled, he was able to clearly see both sides of a dispute and know how to solve the issue. But one of his greatest dabs of wisdom was this (paraphrased to the Cindy version) – Squeeze criticism between two pieces of love. Solomon understood love helps the “hard” go down a little easier. He figured out when you offer correction nuzzled between love, it’s received with an open mind.

I’ve had my share of folks who ripped me apart, never taking time to see the good I have done … only focusing on my flaws. So, whenever I teach or work with writers, my family, or friends, I try to remember their good qualities as well. When I offer the ways of improvement nuzzled between bits of praise, they are lifted up.

The next time you’re placed in a position to criticize, remember the words of Solomon. Practice positive assistance and you’ll grow in your own compassion. Those you help will grow in self-confidence and self-esteem. This is the wisdom sent down from God to Solomon. It translates to good in every language.

Read Cindy’s devotions.

Eddie Jones and Cindy Sproles are friends and cofounders of ChristianDevotions.us. They cowrite the popular He Said, She Said devotions and host Blog Talk Radio’s Christian Devotions SPEAK UP! along with Scott McCausey. Eddie and Cindy travel and speak at conferences across the country and they are available to speak at your church or conference. Contact them at cindy@christiandevotions.us.

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A Flip of the Switch – He Said
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The Day God Flipped My Switch

Christ is the visible image of the invisible God. He existed before anything was created and is supreme over all creation. Colossians 1:15 New Living Translation (NLT)

The start of Ron Benrey’s conversion began with a simple observation: an author had written a “Ron” character into her novel. Then she had the nerve to send Ron the manuscript.

As he read the author’s description of  her “Ron,” he noticed there was a lot about him he didn’t know. The author had guessed about his thought processes, his view of the world, the way he felt about things, how he’d react in different situations. Too often she had guessed wrong.

Understandable, Ron thought. A ‘Ron’ character in any novel would necessarily be only partially correct—an approximation of the real me—unless … unless I wrote the manuscript.

Ron had a new thought. What if I wrote a novel with me in it?

“The question took over my mind,” Ron says in his book, The Day God Flipped My Switch, and “the answer came quickly. I could create a story and cast myself as one of the lead characters. I could put a detailed self-portrait of myself inside my novel. I would be fully author and fully character. Quickly, I realized that the idea of a self-portrait inside a novel was a wonderful analogy for the Incarnation.”

From a rough draft of a Christian novel, Ron felt God flip his switch. Suddenly, the Trinity made sense. The way Ron explains it: God is the author. He writes His Story and we are the supporting characters. And like characters in a novel, sometimes we veer off track. Most novelists will admit they cannot contain their imaginary characters. Their characters also speak to them. The Holy Spirit is the narrator, the invisible voice presenting the story. Christ is the lead and hero of the story. He represents the full representation of the author. For those of us captivated by the story, even when the book is closed, the spirit of that Christ character “haunts” us.

Paul writes that Christ is the visible image of the invisible God. As a novelist, this makes perfect sense. Question is, will your character survive the story or become so boring the author kills you off? :)
Eddie JonesEddie Jones is the co-founder of Christian Devotions Ministries and serves as Acquisition Editor for Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas. He is a three-time winner of the Delaware Writers Conference and his Young Adult novel, The Curse of Captain LaFoote, won the 2012 Moonbeam Award in the Pre-Teen Fiction/Fantasy category and 2011 Selah Award in Young Adult fiction. Dead Man’s Hand, the first book in the Caden Chronicles mystery series, is available from Zonderkidz. Look for Skull Creek Stakeout this summer.

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