Friday, December 12, 2014

What are you trusting in?

Riot: a violent disturbance of the peace by a crowd, usually characterized by destruction. During a riot, looting and burning are commonplace. The death toll of riots is surprisingly high. This is the time when all those years of supporting the police force should pay off. They are your ally as the mobs draw near. You hear shots fired a couple blocks down and smell the smoke of a burning building. Then, to your amazement, you see several police cars falling back; they have been ordered to withdraw. round the corner comes a gang of rowdies, armed with a wide assortment of weapons. You hold your breath. They couldn't be—but yes, they are headed right for you as you stand in front of your electronics store. You are doomed. The mob had long waited for this day and had probably marked your store for looting during the riot preparation phase of quiet. The shattering glass hits you with the slap of reality. You are powerless to stop the mob as they carry your investments away in armloads, and as the smoke drifts upwards, your livelihood goes with it. Woe if you were depending on the police to help in time of trouble. When it really gets bad, what can they do? Apparently just let the riot, like a storm, run its course.


"Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me; for thou art my rock and my fortress. Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man. For thou art my hope, O Lord God: thou art my trust from my youth. By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee."              
--Psalm 71:3-6


   What are you trusting in? Is it your strength or speed? What will happen when you're old and slow? Is it your phone? Or perhaps your gun? 
   What happens when your phone batteries die and you run out of cartridges for your gun? Maybe it's your money or your ability to reason? Riches make themselves wings and fly away. Is it your charm and personality? All these fade away with time, or else are gone in a moment. All these fail and change, but God never changes. He is the only sure thing on which you can trust. 
   You may be trusting in Jesus to get you to heaven, but you think you must find your own way or make one while on earth. But no! You can trust God to see you through your life also. Are you trusting in your job to put food on the table? Or maybe the government? Or are you trusting in God?
   Just think of Abraham. What would it be like if it were you? You're 75 years old. God tells you to leave, but he doesn't tell you exactly where to go. Abraham trusted that God knew where he was going, so he set out. He had no cellphone to call for directions or to make reservations. He trusted in God to keep him from dying of thirst, starving to death, or dying of diseases. I don't suppose there were truck stops every few hours where they could get water bottles, shade, or medical aid. He couldn't have loaded up into a truck and gone back when things got too tough. He traveled in an area where he knew no one. Bandits could have snuck up on him, killed him, and taken all his stuff, and no one would have known.
  Abraham trusted God. Sometimes it may be hard to know what you're trusting in until it is no longer there. When you pull out of your driveway onto those dangerous roads, are you depending on your ability to avoid all possible dangers, or blind luck that you'll not be one of the many killed every day in car accidents? Or are you committing your life to God's care? He can do much better than we humans.
  If you are totally and completely dependent on God while everything is going well for you, you will still be able to depend on Him when everything goes wrong. You'll not be afraid of losing your strength or becoming old because you never trusted in your youth or strength.


"Hearken unto me, house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, which are borne by me from the belly, which are carried from the womb: And even to your old age  I am he; and even to your hoar hairs will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry and will deliver you."
--Isaiah 46:3-4

Friday, October 10, 2014

Jesus is what is important!

           One day I was reading in the Gospel of John. John 12:42 made me stop and think:


“Nevertheless among the chief rulers also many believed on him; but because of the Pharisees they did not confess him, lest they should be put out of the synagogue."



They believed in Jesus, but wouldn't confess him because they didn't want to be kicked out of church! I thought they were at church to seek the Lord, and now when they had found Him, they didn't confess Him because they'd rather have church than Jesus? That is really awful! I read on, and it explained why,

“They loved the praise of men more than the praise of God.” 

Here is Jesus, God manifested as a man, and they are more concerned with what the church leaders would think than about what their Creator thought.
         Be careful not to be so involved in the outward showing of worshiping God that you miss out on fellowship with Him. Oh! And be careful not to be like the church leaders of that day who kicked all who knew Jesus out of their church!
          Jesus is what is important! If a church doesn't have Jesus, why have the church? If following Jesus puts you at odds with “church,” wanting to be accepted by your church leaders should not enter your mind! They won't be the ones standing at the gates of heaven giving approval to those who enter. You'd better be following Jesus if you want to be accepted by Him into heaven.
         Be glad if you have a church that doesn't kick Jesus out, but if they do kick Jesus out, you better be one of those who gets kicked out too. If Jesus is on the outside, what better place is there than to be on the outside with Him!
 


Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Lay up Your Treasures in Heaven


“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth,where moth and rust doth corrupt,
and where thieves break through and steal:
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt,
and where thieves do not break through nor steal:
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

   I have been thinking lately about not setting my heart on things of this earth. Things on earth just don't always work out the way they are supposed to. Disappointments cause sorrow and sorrow only leads to death (Sorrow for things pertaining to our short time on earth). In the real scheme of things most of our disappointments don't really matter. You don't have to like the fact that things don't work out right, but why let it affect you? If you let yourself be overly sad about something, you'll probably find more sad things to think about and end up a bitter person who never had anything good happen to them—at least that is what it will seem like to you.
   Don't get so wrapped up in this life (all the things you do for the house you call your body); it really isn't that important. What is important is not your house, it is you! When the house you now call your home dies, where will you be living? The One who made you has made a way for you to live with Him. Accept His offer, or you will fall into the reward of your own ways. For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
  Let us accept God's gift and care more about our eternal life than our temporal home. Be happy that you know your name is written down in the Lamb's book of life! Jesus is eternal, and so let us set our hearts on Him. He never will disappoint.
   In conclusion, as 1 Thessalonians 5:16 says: Rejoice evermore!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

What Matters Most

   My first goal in life is to please God. What better goal is there? If I strove to be the wisest girl in the world, what would it do for me after I died? Or if I became the richest girl in the world, I couldn't take any of my wealth with me when I died. Earthly life is measured, but God's life is forever. Why would anyone choose the former? Our earthly positions won't get us a better standing in heaven.
   When I die, all that will matter is my relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, not who I was or what I did before I died.

   Isaiah 24:2 says,

“And it shall be, as with the people, so with the priest; as with the servant, so with his master; as with the maid, so with her mistress; as with the buyer, so with the seller; as with the lender, so with the borrower; as with the taker of usury, so with the giver of usury to him.”

   I recently read Ezekiel 32:27,

“They shall not lie with the mighty that are fallen of the uncircumcised, which are gone down to hell with their weapons of war: and they have laid their swords under their heads, but their iniquities shall be upon their bones, though they were the terror of the mighty in the land of the living.”

   What stood out to me was how that they might have been a terror to the mighty in the land of the living, but that means nothing now. Physical strength won't do us any good after our inevitable deaths, but as Isaiah 26:4 says,

“Trust ye in the Lord forever: for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength.”

Be Strong in the Lord

    My parents recently commented on a couple internet news articles that mentioned Christianity. While browsing through the comments I was quite surprised when I had to search for a comment made by a Christian. Almost 100% of the comments ridiculed Christianity and Christians. I had the notion that even though there might not be a lot of real Christians, most people thought that Christianity was good. I knew that people were rejecting God and getting worse and worse, so I really shouldn't have been surprised. 
 
    Christians may not be persecuted like the martyrs you have read of yet. But even if that doesn't happen for a hundred years, there is no excuse for not being strong.
When Joshua was getting ready to fight against Jericho, an angel of the Lord came to him and said, “Be strong and of a good courage.” So, be strong, friends. Strengthen yourselves in Jesus. Don't be blown away by the smallest winds of trouble! Don't be ashamed of Jesus!
Keep your light shining bright!

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Praise the Lord!

“The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.” Psalm 28:7

I'm thankful for a wonderful year. God is so good to me; He gave me the best family in the world and a wonderful life. He made a way for me to have eternal life and has blessed me with his joy. And when trouble comes my way, I know He is with me, hears my prayers, and sees me through.
Praise the Lord!
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Aunt Esther used to say that life is like a dressing room. Our time on earth is the time where we decide where we're going to spend eternity. We either start living for Jesus and begin our eternal life with Him, or serve the Devil. The Devil doesn't want us to choose eternal life, so he tries to trick us into thinking that our time on earth is the main show and we need to have all the fun we can possibly cram into our life.
We need to stay in God's presence so we can see the truth.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

A Book Report

 
    On September 12th, Papa, Mama, my sister, and I were in town for a viola recital and took a few moments before finding our seats—or actually even the parking lot—to stop at the library to drop off books and get new ones. I thought we had allotted ourselves plenty of time to browse before picking out the books we found interesting, but when we got to town, we discovered we had taken a long time driving there. Well, I wanted to get my limit of books, so I took hurried glances at the shelves, trying to spot the fascinating ones by covers and titles. I always let a few books slip through this first process of selection because I have found fascinating books hidden under an uninteresting title. The next thing I do when selecting books is to quickly flip through the pages for an interesting bit of dialogue or a captivating passage. (Even with this selection process, a few dull books always slip through.) As I was in a hurry, these were the only ones of my book-choosing methods that were employed, and I didn't give careful thought to even these! So, I grabbed a book, flipped through it: uninteresting, put it back. “This looks interesting: keep!” Grab another, look, flip through it: “Yes, this looks fascinating.” A name of a book looked familiar: Wallenberg. “Hmm...It seems to me that many years ago I was reading a book of ours with many short stories and one was about him. I suppose a book about him would be interesting,” and so I picked out one of the books on Wallenberg and reached my limit of ten books.  
     We arrived at the concert with plenty of time to spare, and had an enjoyable evening. At home, I started looking over my books again with the intent of finding the first to read. I opened Lost Hero: The Mystery of Raoul Wallenberg. It was interesting, as I had expected, and Mama asked if I would read it aloud. So I read whenever I could.
   The book starts out with a background to the Wallenberg story. The Nazis' Final Solution had touched all the Jews in Europe except for the Hungarian Jews. Hungary, a member of the Axis, had wanted to keep some of their Jews, and did not want to go along with all the Nazis' ideas.
The Germans knew that Hungary was considering negotiating a separate armistice with the allies. Fearing that the buffer of surrounding countries would be deflated, the Nazis marched into Hungary and took over the government. Adolf Eichmann, the head of the Gestapo's Jewish affairs section, was sent by Himmler to Hungary with orders to get rid of the Jews as quickly as possible and let none escape.
   By June 30, 1943, 7000 Hungarians had been deported to Auschwitz and the Hungarian countryside was free of Jews. Right before Eichmann could start deporting Jews from Budapest, the Hungarian regent, Admiral Miklos Horthy, ordered the deportations stopped. Horthy didn't want to lose all the wealthy and important Jews. Meanwhile, the Allies had learned of the Nazi atrocities toward Jews, and even though they appointed committees to see what could be done, no measures for halting the extermination of the Jews were taken. Finally, in January of 1944, a report, which charged the State Department of being fully capable of rescuing the Jews but so callous that it used its capabilities instead to prevent the rescue of Jews, was handed to the President of the United States. A week later, the War Refugee board was established. One of its plans was to send in a neutral diplomat into Hungary to try to put some Jews under the protection of a neutral government. 
    They chose a Swede named Raoul Wallenberg. He was from an important banking family in Sweden. His grandfather was a diplomat. Raoul had visited the United States to study architecture at the University of Michigan and had also traveled to Palestine to work in a bank for a trading company. He was currently working for the Middle European Trading Corporation.
   Wallenberg was patriotic, calm in the face of danger, and greatly disturbed by the persecution of the European Jews. He knew how important time was in saving as many lives as possible. He immediately formed on organization to distribute Swedish protective passes to the Jews.
Other neutral countries also permitted a specific number of protective passes to be given to the Jews, but the Swedish passes were more respected. Wallenberg knew if there were too many Swedish passes, their value would lessen, so he had to distribute them wisely, but he wouldn't order those counterfeiting them to stop. He would go right to the leaders of the opposition, and amazingly, it seemed they would bow to him. At a meeting with Wallenberg, Eichmann even offered to ship the protected Jews out to Sweden for him, but he did not accept the offer, knowing that as soon as those Jews were gone, his chances of saving any more would also vanish.  After Wallenberg left the meeting, Eichmann ordered him liquidated. But Wallenberg didn't give up. He worked tirelessly and barely slept. Once, Wallenberg's car was crushed by a military vehicle. His life was in danger, but he still gave his all. He succeeded in stalling the Hungarians when they decided to give in to the Nazi's demands for the deportation of the Jews.
    But Eichmann would not be deterred from his goal either, he also knew that time was key. He started death marches to Germany without Hungarian permission. These marches contained mostly the young, old, and weak. The healthy, strong Jews were in a battalion of workers whom Wallenberg had persuaded the Hungarians to keep in the city. 
   When Wallenberg heard of the death marches, he immediately got together a caravan of trucks full of food and workers, and headed out to the group farthest away at the train station. He had to pass many tired, hungry, and rugged Jews on the way, but he knew that those at the station would need help the most.  When he got to the station, he persuaded the officer in charge of loading the Jews onto the trains to let him take some off. He said that he was sure some of the Jews had protective passes and that some might have been stolen from them. He told all the Jews with protective passes to form a line and get into his truck. He looked at a blank page in his book and started calling out common Jewish names. He knew he couldn't rescue all of them, so he went through whispering, “I want to save you all, but they will only let me take a few. So please forgive me, but I must save the young ones because I want to save a nation.” He was able to save 300 of 3000 gathered at the train station on November 23rd. He unloaded most of his food for those he left behind to make room in his trucks. On the way back he would stop to grab children from the dying and hide them on the floor of his car, and also to hand out more passes. His trucks were too full to take any more adults back with him, so they would have to try to make it back on foot. He set up a soup kitchen to dispense the last of his food and medicine, but he knew it was hopeless for these marchers; even if they were permitted to go back, they were too weak to walk back to Budapest. 
    But then Eichmann seemed to come to a dead end. The SS didn't want the Jews Eichmann had brought to the border. The Hungarian Nazis (Arrow Cross) didn't want to escort the marches anymore, and Himmler closed the death camps. It seemed as if only Eichmann and Wallenberg cared passionately about the fate of the Jews. 
   Eichmann decided to take the work brigades. Wallenberg rushed down to the station, and once again, the officer in charge capitulated to his authority. But he was only able to save about 300 of the 17,000 in the work brigades, because the next time Wallenberg went down to the station, the officer in charge had been replaced by a senior officer who chased Wallenberg from the station. This failure made Wallenberg very miserable.
     But the Russians were coming and he worked to keep as many Jews as he could until then. The invasion was imminent, so he also made plans for a foundation to help the Jews after the war. The Germans pulled out, but that seemed only the beginning of terror. The Arrow Cross (Hungarian Nazis) now roamed free, scorning laws and authority.  While the Germans were in charge, at least there was order and some respect of authority, but now it was just chaos. The Arrow Cross would randomly pick a house of Jews and bring them to their torture chambers and then march them down to the Danube and shoot them. Arrow Cross leaders who may have kept order went into hiding, and evil had free reign.
   This seemed the most dangerous time; still, while traditional authority and power was crumbling, Wallenberg seemed to be a powerful force.  When Wallenberg's driver was taken, he got a new driver and told him to drive to the place where the old driver was held, Wallenberg walked in and took him back. He saved many of his people with ingenious methods. It was amazing that amongst such lawlessness, he still was able to exercise authority.
     For the last few days, everyone went into hiding. The Russians started going through the town. Wallenberg was the first neutral diplomat to be liberated. He was planning to go to the temporary Russian headquarters in Debrecen to propose his plan for post-war aid to the Jews and to discuss the liberation of the Jewish Ghettos. He was never seen free again.
     Some think he was one of the first victims of the Cold War. Others believe that he may have been killed in the chaos immediately following the invasion. Years later, Soviet officials claimed that unbeknownst to them, he was captured by some of their men and died of a heart problem in prison in 1947. But by then, all the people involved in this claim had already died. Wallenberg did not have heart problems, so the Soviet's explanation seemed unlikely to the author of the book. The most convincing theory of his disappearance is that the NKVD arrested him, and he remained a prisoner for the rest of his life. Sightings lead many to believe that he was imprisoned up to the mid-1960s when he was believed to have died.
      I really enjoyed reading this book, but the end of the book is quite sad, as the mystery of his disappearance was never fully solved. It was encouraging to read that one man was able to do so much to save lives, and would do it even though there were so many against him.
    But if God was for him in rescuing Jews, who could be against him?