The name Jesus has a lot of power. The devil knows this too and it scares him. He tried to take the power away by turning it into a flimsy curse word or a common exclamation of surprise or indignation. “Jesus! That’s a big fire!” Or “Jesus! You stepped on my toe!”
But when a follower of Jesus calls on His name with sincerity, humility, and faith, Jesus listens. He promised to make His unlimited power available to His disciples when calling on His name to accomplish His will in the world. The power to heal, to save, change hearts and lives for good.
“There is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to people by which we must be saved.” (Acts 4:12, CSB)
In the Bible, miracles abounded before and after Jesus’s death. His name was used to heal, cast out demons and mental illness, forgive, and make the world a better place for the lost and broken.
We lack miracles today. And we are sorely in need of some. Perhaps it’s because we forgot how to call on Jesus. We’ve lost our sincerity, humility, and our faith when saying the simple, but oh-so-powerful name Jesus.
Don’t get me wrong, “Jesus” is not a magic word. It won’t open some secret door like “Open sesame.” Rather, Jesus is the name of God incarnate. He came to earth to connect with us and save us. When we call on Him as we call a dear friend, He will be show up with all His power and all His love.
Dear God, thank you for the power you have given your followers to heal, save, and love by calling on your name. Thank you for my salvation through your name. Please fill me with the humility and faith required to accomplish your will through your power.
When I was diagnosed with a brain tumor I was scared. I had an appointment to speak with a neurosurgeon to discuss the options, but I couldn’t think straight so I asked my husband to come along and take notes. It was very helpful having another set of ears to hear and understand for me, but I felt childish, like a kindergartener on her first day of school. Will you come with me?
In the scary, challenging times of life, it is very comforting to have someone next to me whom I know and trust. Somehow it’s easier to face the unknown with a friend at my side.
Moses was leading a bunch of unruly strangers into an unknown wilderness at God’s command. He was really scared. God comforted Moses in the best way possible: He said He’d come with him.
We are so lucky that this same God promises to come with us too whenever we step out in faith and obedience. The road may be rocky ahead, but God will be there every step of the way.
I think sometimes I forget this and feel alone and afraid. The God who created the universe is always near. Near enough to hold my hand.
Dear God, thank you so much for your promise to always be with me. Forgive me for letting anxiety take hold and turn me away from you. Remind me to reach out for you whenever I’m feeling uncertain. I know you are here. Always.
There are so many mysteries in the universe. One of the greatest — one that humans have always eagerly sought — is the mystery of “what came before.”
What came before me? We look at old photos of our parents before we were born and read old letters. We spend a lot of money on genealogy companies and assemble family trees to try to find answers. We only get a vague idea.
What came before my people? We study ancient writings and dig up buried ruins. We compare notes across continents to formulate ideas of wars, migrations, and civilizations come and gone.
What came before humans? We study fossils, date carbon, and examine geology to try to piece together some clues about the earth. Theories of shifting tectonic plates and ancient cataclysmic events give us more vague ideas and rough timelines.
God was before. He has always been and always will be. He knows all the answers to “what came before” because He was there. It boggles my mind that there is nothing before God.
The Bible promises that one day, we will see Him clearly (instead of “through a glass darkly,” like now.) I really look forward to that day. I will sit at His feet and eagerly listen to the story of the time He created the universe. And I will ask Him, “What came before?”
Dear God, you are marvelous and mysterious. Your power and wisdom blow my mind. Your goodness, holiness, and beauty further amaze me. Your creation is astonishing, vast, and unknowable. I look forward to the day when I can sit at your feet and speak with you face to face about the mysteries of the universe.
I’ve always been a little perplexed by the idea of sin. How is it defined? How do I know whether something is a sin or not?
Thou shalt not murder. That is a pretty clearly written command. Right?
My good friend recently attended the death of her father. I say it that way because her father chose the date, time, and place to be euthanized. He was able to say leisurely goodbyes to his children and grandchildren, and he was able to die peacefully and painlessly instead of continuing to face the long, slow, and painful decline of Parkinson’s disease.
Did the doctor who administered the drugs that killed this man commit murder? Was it a sin?
Because of Jesus’s sacrifice, His followers are no longer ruled by the law we read about in the Old Testament. Instead Jesus gave us forgiveness, freedom, and a new command: to love God and love people.
No matter what I do, I only need to consider and be guided by love. Instead of contemplating what it means to sin, I can contemplate what it means to love.
Dear God, thank you for your forgiveness and the freedom that allows. Thank you also for clarifying what is important to you: love. Remind me to use love as my guiding principle in everything I choose to do or not do, say or not say. Forgive me for the times when I take the selfish path instead of the loving path.
The world is a very transactional place. And that is just the way the devil likes it. He originally fooled Adam and Eve into believing that God had ulterior motives for His generosity and that He was keeping something from them that they deserved.
The truth of course was much simpler, much more beautiful, and must less transactional. God created humans because He wanted a place to deposit all this love He had to give.
God provides everything for His creation. In return He asks only for our willingness to gratefully accept it. That is the full extent of the transaction.
God gives life — eternal life in fact — and an endless supply of love, light, peace, joy, wisdom, beauty, and forgiveness. And we pay nothing. What a deal!
Instead of a payment, I provide a response. As I contemplate God — who He is, all He has done, and all He is capable of doing — a passionate reaction of praise and worship bubbles up from my innermost being. Bless the Lord, oh my soul!
Dear God, thank you for all your many benefits! Help me to shake off the negativity, apathy, skepticism, and absentmindedness that this transactional world fosters so I can properly appreciate your true nature and the priceless gift of your pure love.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. This can be said of my dog, Rocky, as well. I went on a hike with him a couple days ago. I brought plenty of water and a bowl. Even though it wasn’t too hot, Rocky’s black fur really soaks up the sun’s heat. We stopped frequently, and I poured water into his bowl, but each time, he ignored the water. His tongue was hanging out so far, it was practically dragging on the ground. Finally after about the fifth stop, he lapped up the water eagerly.
“For it is God who is working in you both to will and to work according to his good purpose.” (Philippians 2:13, CSB)
God’s purpose for me is good. Perfect in fact. Like drinking water on a strenuous hike.
And yet, I often try to do things my way. Like Rocky, I think I know better. I don’t have time to slow down and lap up some water. My priorities seem better and more important.
But if I stop and listen to God, He will work in my heart so that I want to, and am able to, obey His will. Spending time with God fills me with His Spirit so I can see the wisdom of doing things His way, the better way. The trail will still be there, but by obeying God, I will be much better equipped to keep climbing.
Dear God, thank you for your wise guidance. Remind me to continually seek your will. Fill me with your Spirit so I make wise choices and step forward into your good purpose for my day.
When my nephew was accepted into the college he really wanted to attend, the first thing he did was buy a sweatshirt bearing the school’s name, logo, and colors. He wore it proudly everywhere he went. Since then he’s acquired an entire wardrobe of university-themed items, from socks to hats, shorts to ties. Everyone can clearly and immediately see where he belongs.
“Therefore, as God’s chosen ones, holy and dearly loved, put on compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience,” (Colossians 3:12, CSB)
When I accepted Jesus’s gift of salvation, I became a follower of Jesus. I belong with Jesus. I was adopted into His family. I was made holy. And I am dearly loved.
Instead of school colors, God has some important items for me to wear. They aren’t made of cotton, wool, or polyester. They aren’t stitched, sewn, or printed.
As God’s dearly loved and holy child, I am to wear the family character traits of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. I must pull these on every morning so that people know whose I am and where I belong.
Dear God, remind me to put on our family colors every morning. Show me when my hat of compassion has slipped or my shirt of patience has become worn and stained. Forgive me for choosing to remove my sweater of humility from time to time. Dress me fully in your love today so I am a beacon for your kingdom in all my interactions.
When people get married, they enter a covenant. Promises are made. Sometimes they commit to standard, boiler-plate vows like, “I take you as my lawfully wedding husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part…” Other times personalized vows are written and recited as part of the ceremony.
My husband claims that I promised to laugh at all his jokes, as part of my wedding vows. What I actually said, much more poetically, was that I would join him in laughter when he found joy.
Whatever the specific promises made, when it comes to a marriage, none of it matters as long as one thing is present: love.
The vow to love overrides all other vows. If I love my husband, I will automatically join him in laughter when he finds joy. (I will probably laugh at his jokes too.) If I love someone, any vows to stay faithful are included as part of that love. Love doesn’t care about wealth or poverty, sickness or health. Love just loves.
God made a covenant with His people, like a marriage. Many vows were made. The Israelites broke them all. So God made a new covenant and sent Jesus to help us hold up our end. When asked which vow was most important, Jesus quoted this verse:
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength.” (Deuteronomy 6:5, CSB)
Love is the only command that matters. If I love God, I will strive to do things that please Him, not things that upset Him. If I love God, I will spend time getting to know Him. I will read what He wrote, appreciate His beautiful creation, admire His wisdom, and love who He loves.
Dear God, thank you for wanting to be in a covenant relationship with me. There doesn’t seem to be much in it for you, while I receive salvation and eternal life. Thank you for providing all the love that our relationship requires, and even more love so that it overflows into all my relationships. Teach me how to be generous with your love.
The modern idea of a weekend, and the 5-day work week, has been around for a hundred years or more, but the idea of a “day of rest” is as old as dirt. That was God’s idea. He decided that any hard-working creator, Himself included, should take a day to rest and appreciate what had been created. So He created everything in His six days, and rested on the seventh. And the Sabbath was born.
God considered this Sabbath to be so lovely that He included its protection among His first commands to the Israelites: remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.
I grew up in a culture that called Sunday the Sabbath day. We did things like go to Sunday school and church. Followed by lunch with the family. Then, my parents usually took the “day of rest” part literally and napped. We could play but needed to do so quietly.
I remember observing the Sunday experiences of some of my friends who didn’t attend church and feeling envious. To them, Sunday was just like Saturday where they could sleep in, watch cartoons, and play all afternoon. No need to wake up early, get dressed up, and sit around listening to boring sermons all morning.
And yet the practice has stuck with me. I attended church on Sundays for most of my adult life in every city I moved to. While I was single, and after I got married. A great variety of churches in a great many places. I protected my Sunday mornings.
But the pandemic broke my habit.
I still attend church most Sundays, but because we moved to our current town during the pandemic, the church I attend is live-streamed into my living room. It is a local church, and I could absolutely attend in person now, but do I need to?
“Then he told them, ‘The Sabbath was made for man and not man for the Sabbath.’” (Mark 2:27, CSB)
The answer to my question lies in my exact reasons for not attending in person. And also in how else I am spending my Sabbath.
Jesus disagreed greatly with the church leadership of his day about the Sabbath. Jesus said the Sabbath is supposed to be a good thing where God is honored and people are blessed and refreshed.
The religious leaders created their own rules about what was and was not allowed on the Sabbath. Those rules ignored the needs of people. They cherished the power their rules gave them more than they cherished God. Jesus said if the rules were so onerous that a person couldn’t even seek healing, they were doing it wrong. Many conflicts ensued, eventually leading to Jesus’ crucifixion.
Am I honoring God when I worship Him from my couch on Sundays? Sometimes. Does God feel like a priority or an afterthought? Can I bless any people from my couch?
Could I honor God better in the pew of a church surrounded by other people who are worshipping Him? Perhaps. Would I have more opportunities to bless and be blessed by others there? Probably. Maybe there’s a third option for that?
While God can be honored from anywhere, perhaps I need to give myself the clearest path to doing so and not just giving in to my lazy nature, saying couch church is good enough.
Dear God, thank you for your desire to bless your people with the refreshment of your presence as we worship you. Teach me how to properly spend my sabbath days. Show me the right ways to honor you with worship and acts of mercy, compassion, and kindness during an intentional break from my regular daily schedule.
At the start of the Covid-19 Pandemic, there was a short period of time where being sequestered at home felt novel and a little exciting. We dreamt of new hobbies to start, existing projects to complete, and old friends to catch up with as we dabbled in video chatting.
But the novelty wore off quickly as time dragged on. Tempers flared as anxieties crept in. Our tiny bubbles felt claustrophobic. Some seized the opportunity to profit from the fear and isolation, making matters worse by sowing distrust, spreading misinformation, and deepening our divisions.
It turns out we don’t do well with isolation. They know it in prisons (punishment of solitary confinement) as well as on playgrounds (punishment of having to skip recess to pound erasers). We only thrive in community.
As much as I like my independence, I need other people. I need their company, their humor, their different ideas, their encouragement, their love. I need other people to hold me accountable, to help me when I’m hurt, to keep me humble, to acknowledge my achievements, to inspire me, and to warn me. Some days, I just need to be seen by other people to know that I exist.
God created humans to need each other. Obviously He preferred community and cooperation over isolation and independence. He, Himself, is a Being of community, existing in three persons.
So even when it feels challenging, it’s vital to focus more on what unifies us than what divides us. We need to strengthen bonds of community instead of building walls of separation. We need each other — all of God’s children. United we stand. Divided we clearly fall.
Dear God, thank you for giving us the need and desire for community. Teach me how to see ways to connect instead of reasons to pull away. Help me build bridges instead of walls.
CamDevo 