Showing posts with label We Don't Live in The Garden of Eden Anymore. Show all posts
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Monday, October 14, 2019

#26: TAMING THE DRAGONS, Story 3 - Christine

I'm releasing Taming The Dragons, available in 2020--originally published by HarperCollins. This excerpt is from the Innocent section, Story 23.
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CHRISTINE

Christine at Thetis Island
So now, since you have been made right in God’s sight by faith in His promises, we can have real peace with him because of what Jesus Christ our Lord has done for us.

For because of our faith, He has brought us into His place of highest privilege where we now stand, and we confidently and joyfully look forward to actually becoming all that God has had in mind for us to be.

We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials for we know that they are good for us—they help us learn to be patient.

And patience develops strength of character in us and helps us trust God more each time we use it until finally our hope and faith are strong and steady. Then, when that happens, we are able to hold our heads high no matter what happens and know that all is well, for we know how dearly God loves us, and we feel this warm love everywhere within us because God has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with His love.
- Romans 5:1-5

MY COUSINS WERE ALMOST HOME, pushing their bikes up the last of the hill. It was a winter evening early in the new year of 1974, and a slight drizzle hurried them along; Patty was thirteen, Christine eleven. Lights from the kitchen window could be seen through the trees. Nearly home.

A car driven by a young man blinded by the setting sun came suddenly gunning up over the ridge. Patty ran the half block home screaming. Uncle Stan, the town doctor, was paged. Christine had been in an accident.

Seventeen hundred miles away and a few days later, I came home late from work. A letter from my folks was in the mailbox. “I’m sorry to be the one to break the news,” my mother wrote, “but Christine was killed today while riding her bike home for supper.”

I let the letter fall to the floor, my eyes automatically sliding to the wall where I’d hung a small hooked rug Christine and I had made together a few summers before. It was all I had of my sweet little cousin. “Oh, Christine,” I wept, tears stinging the moment I buried my face into the dusty wool. I beat my fists against the rug and cried into her careful work. She was dead because—why? Such a needless, pointless death! I was inconsolable for days.

Then came a second letter from my mother. “Uncle Stan,” she wrote, “went into Christine’s room after everything was over and sat down at the new little table he’d gotten her for Christmas. Her Bible was open. She’d been reading it before going off to school that morning, and she’d underlined the first five verses of Romans 5.”
So now, since we have been made right in God’s sight by faith in his promises, we can have real peace with him because of what Jesus Christ our Lord has done for us…
Christine spoke from heaven. Evil receded.
....we are able to hold our heads high no matter what happens and know that all is well, for we know how dearly God loves us… (LV)
Evil slid back further, finally to vanish in the victory of God’s ultimate promise. We are not without hope, even though none of live in the Garden of Eden anymore.

Thursday, April 11, 2019

#24: TAMING THE DRAGONS STORY 1: Innocent--Mary

I'm releasing Taming The Dragons for online sales, available in July--originally published by HarperCollinsSanFrancisco. The book has 8 sections. In each, I introduce a specific choice women have when facing conflict, tell nine stories of women who made that choice, and then conclude with further information about what it means to be an Orphan, Pilgrim, Martyr, and Wizard. 

This excerpt is from the Innocent section, Story 1


MARY'S Story

Because you have made the Lord your refuge,
the Most High your habitation,
no evil shall befall you,
no scourge come near your tent.
For He give His angels charge of you to guard you
in all your ways.
On their bands they will bear you up,
lest you will tread on the lion and the adder,
the young lion and the serpent you will trample under foot.
Because he cleaves to me in love,

I will deliver him;
I will protect him, because be knows my name.
- Psalm 91:9-14 (RSV)

“I AWOKE e shortly after midnight, and within minutes I’d been shot and my house burglarized. My life turned completely upside down.”

Mary was asleep in bed with her three-and-a-half-year-old son when an intruder broke into her home through a bathroom window. Her husband was working the night shift as an airplane pilot. “Because of a previous burglary attempt,” she reported, “I’d been praying for the ability to quickly discern good from evil.” In God’s answer to prayer, she awoke the night of April 15, 1989, sensing something amiss. She called 911 only moments before the intruder forced his way through her bedroom door and shot her in the face. She remembers feeling strangely detached and overwhelmed as she folded to the floor. “I kept talking in a soft voice, saying, ‘Please go away. Please go away.’”

Mary, a member of University Presbyterian Church in Seattle, Washington, didn’t live in the Garden of Eden, and for her, evil invaded the safety of even her own home. “I felt the struggle between good and evil,” she told me. “But as I lay there, watching the pool of blood grow larger and larger, I felt like God was dealing with that person, not me.” The paramedics arrived and her son, awake by now, said, “You better get a Band-Aid. My mommy has an owie on her head.” Hearing his voice, Mary wondered if she’d live to see him again. “Even so,” she said, “I felt really calm. I felt God was with me.”

Evil lurks and even strikes, yet there is a bigger truth. God is with us. In the midst of Mary’s trouble, God answered. He was there. He gave her peace. And he himself dealt with the evil raging all around. So while the Psalmist may sing “no evil shall befall you,” two stanzas down he also sings, “when he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble.”

Mary had been praying for discernment between good and evil, and before evil could strike, she woke in time to call for help. In the days that followed, the police, medics, and hospital staff, who seldom see victims survive a gunshot wound to the head, were astounded. A miracle unfolded before their eyes, for Mary lived.

And because she lived we know God is still with us, even though we don’t live in the Garden of Eden anymore.