I shared my thinking on GOD’s Will recently, here is Dr. Adrian Rogers on the subject:
“… present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” – Romans 12:1-2
Some people say, “Oh, I’m searching to know the will of God.” Listen, it’s not your job to find the will of God. It’s God’s job to reveal His will to you. It is your job simply to present yourself to Him.
If you have been conformed to this world, you will not know the will of God; therefore, you will not do the will of God.
Most Christians need to be transformed into the likeness of the Lord Jesus Christ. Here’s the formula for knowing the will of God. Presentation plus transformation equals revelation.
You want to know the will of God? Present yourself to God. Let Him change you. Then you won’t have to find the will of God; the will of God will find you.
So to WAIT, patiently and worshipfully is the answer. That’s what I get from my Box of Chocolates.
(I am visiting my family until June 1. May the LORD bless you and yours.)
A good one from Pastor Rogers:
It’s Gotta Be the Shoes
“Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God…your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace….” Ephesians 6:13-15
A Roman soldier had to have sandals with hobnails to give him standing, very much like a golfer’s spikes. And because the devil would love to trip us up, we’re told, as we’re putting on our armor, to put on our shoes—and not just any shoes of peace.
You see, your enemy, the devil, can defeat some people through error. They don’t have the belt of truth. Others he can defeat through sin because they don’t have the breastplate of righteousness.
But some he’ll get through discouragement; they’ll lose their peace. He’ll plant thorns, briars, holes, and stumbling blocks. And if we don’t have on our shoes, our spiritual feet will be bruised and bleeding. Rather than leaping, we’ll be limping because we don’t have peace.
Your shoes are “the preparation of the gospel of peace,” peace with God. The peace of God dwelling in your heart enables you to fight Satan. Do you have this peace?”
It brings to mind a little chorus we used to sing at Vacation Bible School, remember? “I’ve got the peace that passeth understanding, down in my heart!” The best armor, donchaknow. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
Only when we face up, to our sinful nature, can we truly begin to grow spiritually. I am totally unworthy of the privilege to write about Faith and Obedience. Yet, upon a cross, thousands of years ago, a man – totally innocent and without sin – man took every sin of every believer upon his back, along with a horrible cross of shame. I feel like Barabbas, donchaknow. That is if Barabbas had any feelings. I count it an honor to visit with each of you every day. I just don’t belong at the mic. I need to step back for a time and renew my ‘right spirit’. I need to find that mountaintop that looks out over GOD’s majestic canvass and soak up the power to overcome. Pray that to be. Just as I will pray that for you. I hear Andrae Crouch’s words, “To GOD be the Glory for the things HE has done!” That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
I have been ‘out-of-work’ only twice in my life. The first time was in 1957. I had been successful in radio and was offered an opportunity to program a new station in Atlanta, Georgia. After just two weeks, the station sold and I was left with no job and just enough money to pay rent on a room in a boarding house and eat for a few weeks. I tried to find something to do, but had to rely on a Greek family to live. Finally, there appeared a notice in the paper that the Atlanta Pops Orchestra was holding auditions for vocalists to appear with the group at the Fox Theatre. I “hocked” my watch for a copy of “Old Man River” and auditioned. I was chosen, along with a lady singing Opera. I returned the music and got my watch back, but needed a tux to appear at the Fox. The Greek family paid for my tux and I sang twice with the Pops. I was paid $25 each performance and with that I repaid the family and bought a bus ticket to Texas. The second time was after failing as an insurance salesman, I was hired to glue cushions at a furniture factory in Bryan. I really enjoyed that brief stint, but was let go because the people who worked with me were ’embarrassed’ to be working with a former teacher who was the low man on the totem pole. I prayed long and hard and even though unworthy, GOD pulled me up and provided my needs. I enjoyed various careers as HE opened doors for me. Deep in my heart, I knew to WHOM I owed gratitude and thanks. Perhaps you, too, are struggling through the darkness of despair. I can assure you that you will “Never Walk Alone” with GOD as your strength. The catch is that you must follow the simple steps to ‘adoption’ into HIS family. Accept the invitation to HIS table through belief and acceptance of of the Greatest Gift known to man. John 3:16 says it all, “For GOD so loved the world, that HE gave HIS only begotten SON, so that all who believed would be saved and receive eternal life.” Then, you have this promise to stand on, forever:
“The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17(NIV)
It’s time to join the chorus! That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
“May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had, so that with one mind and one voice you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.” (Romans 15:5-7)
I must admit that accept(ion) is the exception in my life. Irritation lies right beneath the surface of my consciousness. It appears quite often when the serving line doesn’t move along as I would have it to do. And then, I realize that my pace is getting slower also. I get around more easily than others, but I still rely on a walker and tank of oxygen. I fail to realize the danger of irritation and impatience. I am working on being more tolerant and thus a sweeter individual. When the line is slowed by one of my more limited friends, I must look elsewhere, such as inside ‘me’, for something I should do to correct whatever is upsetting ‘me’. Accept and assist! That’s what I get from my Box of Chocolates.
Another outstanding citizen made a visit with his wife to Florida this past week and while there overheard some remarks by the fellow in the middle. He certainly looks familiar, but I am certain the good-looking, taller gentleman on our right is a man of whom I am very proud. James Steven Austin and his lovely wife, Kim greeted a man of whom I am also proud. Dads have it pretty good, donchaknow. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
They just moved in a few days ago and already have serious medical issues. She was losing her eyesight and he suffers from gout. Just on Tuesday, she had a stroke and he fell, breaking his hip. They had just received an offer on their house and were settling in here, when all this happened. Bob had been an accomplished accompanist for years. His main obligation was to the choral department in Longview Public Schools. Now, they face more difficulty and could use prayers. The most difficult part of Independant Living is losing folks for whom you develop an affection. When I heard of Bob’s accident, I thought of how often I hear the thump of another fall somewhere nearby. My Home Health Nurse asks me, “Have you fallen, lately?”. I can truthfully respond in the negative. I must be one of the lucky ones who do not lose their balance. It’s enough just to hear it happen, too often. Please keep Bob and Prissy “Z” in your prayers and be kind to one another. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
The wisdom that comes from God is first utterly pure, then peace-loving, gentle, approachable, full of tolerant thoughts and kindly actions with no breath of favouritism or hint of hypocrisy. And the wise are peace-makers who go on quietly sowing for a harvest of righteousness — in other people and in themselves. (James 3:17-18 PHILLIPS) I have shared the fact that the Gospel of James bangs me around, pretty good. Just recently, we began a focus on a Tuesday morning “Men’s Prayer and Share” meeting. It has quietly lost its interest over the years, but there are three of us who meet and have posted an invitation for any of the other thirty men to join us. This past meeting resulted in some soul-cleansing sharing of our tendency to be intolerant of others. We all poke fun at each other, but sometimes the ‘poke’ results in hurt feelings. If I am to ‘walk-the-walk’, I must be wise enough to know when enough is enough. Another one of those times to “hush-up and listen”. Kind consideration of each other is sometimes lost in the ‘fun’. I need to rely on GOD’s way and HIS Wisdom, donchaknow. I need to be patient and wait for the HOLY SPIRIT to move those who are reluctant to join us. I’ve had too many say “NO!” to do otherwise. Pray for the men of Colonial Village to do the right thing, at all times. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
I accepted the responsibility of caring for a five-year-old young lady over thirty years ago. She and I were like two positive sides of a magnet. We tolerated each other in respect for her mom. She has grown into a fine educator/wife/mother and has just been awarded the ”Outstanding Service Award for Assistant Administrators in Cabarrus County, North Carolina”. Her being the best isn’t a big surprise for her family. I have said often that she is a uniquely talented educator, with a bright future ahead. Of course, that depends on the ability to perceive such quality on the part of her supervisors. She and her husband are quality folks. They have made a fine home for two beautiful children and that same quality of love extends to the children who walk her school’s halls. Her name is Melanie Raso and she’s a winner. Onward and Upward! May GOD bless her and those in her care. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
“When it comes to managing money, children get their first lessons at home. According to a new AICPA poll, 68% of American parents give their children an allowance. Most Americans (81%) say that allowances teach children financial responsibility. Children have seen a 16% increase in their hourly rate when factoring in the hours spent on chores.” I would probably been better off had I been assigned ‘chores’, but it wasn’t to be and since I was an only child, I had absolutely no concept of ‘keeping house’. I was in for a rude awakening and here in my single room, overlooking our rear patio, I have learned to ‘pick up after myself’ or get lost in a maze of detritus. What interests me the most about the AICPA poll is the fact that children have seen an increase in their hourly wage. All us retired folk have only seen costs rise and there isn’t any increase in income, or if there is it isn’t 16%, that’s for sure. From where I sit today,I think that our nation should pinch pennies, too. I also think it would be a good thing to change the locks to the door of every federal office. It certainly couldn’t be any worse. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN