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Who would you like to have dinner with? It can be anyone, living or dead.

That is a good first date question because it’s a good way to learn something about a stranger’s values and interests. It’s not just who they would like to meet, but who they’d like to spend the dedicated and focused time of sharing a meal with. Would it be Abraham Lincoln? Mother Teresa? Your dad?

It’s really nice to have someone’s undivided attention. Especially if it’s someone you admire, respect, or want to learn from or get to know.

I’m an introvert so don’t entertain often. But I understand the value of sharing meals with interesting and influential people. There’s something special about sitting down at a table together for a length of time, doing something enjoyable and somewhat celebratory like eating. Besides eating, there’s nothing to do but talk.

“See! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” (Revelation‬ ‭3‬:‭20‬, ‭CSB)‬‬

What a tremendous offer from God! He’s inviting Himself to my house to sit down at my table and share a pizza with me. Just a chat with God. Please come on in!

Dear God,

Thank you for this beautiful promise to come spend time with me in this casual and comforting way. I would love to have you over for a meal. For every meal. I have a lot of questions for you. And I’m sure you have some things to say to me as well.

Which is worse: murder or lying? In human society, murder is much worse. I’d go to prison for it. But lying is so commonplace that we seem happy to elect someone to lead us no matter how flagrantly or frequently they lie.

In God’s kingdom these two sins are equal. The punishment is exactly the same: death.

To God, all sin is unbearable. Every single command of His must be obeyed perfectly, or I am sentenced to death. That means the very first time I lied or disrespected my parents or took the Lord’s name in vain or murdered someone, I was deemed ineligible to enter God’s kingdom.

Fortunately God found a way to wash me clean of all my many, many ugly sins. He sent Jesus. Jesus did live a life free from sin, but then died in my place. This freed me from the onus of those commands of God. I no longer need to fret about this sin or that sin, what the 10 Commandments say or any of the other 600 or so laws in the Bible. Not only did Jesus fulfill the law for me, He simplified my task going forward.

“For the whole law is fulfilled in one statement: Love your neighbor as yourself.” (Galatians‬ ‭5‬:‭14‬, ‭CSB‬‬)

To please God, I just need to focus on loving. Jesus’s forgiving sacrifice takes care of the rest.

Dear God,

I am so grateful for your mercy that saves me from my deserved punishment. I am also so thankful that the only law I need to concern myself with, because of Jesus, is the beautiful simplicity of loving others. Teach me how to succeed in that today.

I am fortunate that when I adopted my dog, Rocky, he hadn’t had much experience being indoors. Therefore, it wasn’t difficult to train him to stay off my furniture.

Then I had a friend keep him at her house for a week while I was out of town. My friend had two dogs of her own and her policy regarding dogs on furniture was laxer than mine. When I brought Rocky home, he had learned something new: the couch was more comfortable than the floor. The couch had always been more comfortable, but it wasn’t until he saw the other dogs enjoying the couch that he decided to imitate them.

We all learn new behaviors by observing others. We learn our first language, complete with dialects and affectations, by imitating our parents. We improve in sports by watching professionals and practicing their techniques. We prefer a how-to video to an instruction manual because imitation is such an easy way to learn. And tobacco companies know the best marketing for their products is simply to show good-looking, interesting people smoking in the TV shows and movies we watch.

“Therefore, be imitators of God, as dearly loved children, and walk in love….” (Ephesians‬ ‭5‬:‭1‬-‭2a,‬ ‭CSB)‬‬

I can absorb both good and bad behaviors by observing others. So I must be intentional about who I watch and admire, who I spend time with, and who I listen to most. Jesus came to earth to model life and love for us. To please God, I don’t need to look any farther.

Dear God,

Thank you for sending Jesus to show us how to live and how to please you. Reveal behaviors and people in my life that I should not be imitating. Help me to imitate you instead by remembering your love for me and loving others in all situations.

When old folks get together the subject of physical ailments usually comes up. Back aches, bad knees, planned surgeries, cancers, remissions, and medications. All are discussed to the point that it seems a bit like bragging. Who has the worst problem? Who’s in the worst pain?

It’s not a contest I want to win.

I’ve been through a lot physically as well. I’m not even an old-timer yet. But even in middle age, I know now that what doesn’t kill me does indeed make me stronger. Maybe not physically, but emotionally and spiritually.

“And not only that, but we also boast in our afflictions, because we know that affliction produces endurance, endurance produces proven character, and proven character produces hope. This hope will not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” (Romans‬ ‭5‬:‭3‬-‭5,‬ ‭CSB)‬‬

I was really shaken when I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. But God provided and continues to provide what I need to deal with that condition. So, when I was diagnosed six years later with breast cancer, I had hope. I knew God, who never changes, still loved me and would provide again. He did. Two years after that when I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, my hope was even more solid.

No one wants pain in their life, but unfortunately, it’s going to visit everyone. It’s a fact of being mortal in this fallen world. However, because of God’s love I can be sure of coming out the other side with a deeper knowledge of who He is and how much He loves me.

Dear God,

Thank you for showing how faithful you are through all my physical ailments, big and small. I know you are always with me and your perfect plan cannot be thwarted. Teach me to continue to trust you and put my hope in you no matter how things appear.

The day my sister died, she had been texting me about some difficulty she was having breathing due to fluid in her lungs. She was wondering whether to go to the hospital. I texted her that the hospital would probably hook her up to a ventilator, but they wouldn’t be able to do anything about her cancer. Did she want to be stuck in a hospital?

I regret that text.

But I can’t go back in time and advise her to go to the hospital, to eke out some more time.

I’ve had many moments in my life that I wish I could do over and do better, or at least do differently. I bet most of us have.

When I said or did the wrong thing and hurt someone else or just looked like an insensitive dolt, I wanted to go back in time and say something else, or better yet, say nothing.

“Therefore repent and turn back, so that your sins may be wiped out,” (Acts‬ ‭3‬:‭19,‬ ‭CSB)‬‬

God is so gracious that He does let me turn back time on my sin. Every time I screw up, He gives me another chance to do better, if I ask for it. A clean slate. A fresh start. I just wish I didn’t need so many fresh starts.

Dear God,

Thank you so much for your generous forgiveness and your patience with me. I’m sorry I sin so often. I want to do better. Teach me your ways so I can be better and better until one day, when you return, I will be made perfect like you with no more need to turn back.

I’m a worrier. It’s not good. In fact, it is a sin because it means I don’t trust God but am leaning on my own strength and understanding instead — which I obviously don’t trust either.

How do I stop worrying?

The Bible has a whole section labeled “The Cure For Anxiety” (Matthew 6:25-34, CSB.) The gist of that section is that I worry, in part, because my priorities are misplaced. God has given me exactly two jobs to “worry” about: loving Him and loving others. That’s it.

According to Jesus, God’s kingdom rests in those two commands. If I spend my time putting those two things first, He promises to take care of everything else.

“But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be provided for you.” (Matthew‬ ‭6‬:‭33,‬ ‭CSB)‬‬

Instead of worrying about getting to an appointment on time, I should worry about my husband who is driving. Loving him would mean not nagging him to drive faster or take a different route. God will take care of the appointment when I focus on love.

When I’m anxious, it’s because my priorities are upside-down from God’s kingdom. And I’m not trusting God with the rest.

Dear God,

Help me to recognize my misplaced priorities and make the right adjustments. Show me where I need to love instead of worry. Forgive me for worrying. I trust you. Thank you for your beautiful promise to supply everything else.

It’s human nature to try to shirk apologies. An easy example can be found with kids on the playground. When asked to apologize to another child they have hurt, most children will begin rationalizing. Then they will blame the victim or the circumstances or the wind direction — anything else. Finally, reluctantly, an insincere apology may be muttered.

We adults aren’t much better. We avoid apologies at all cost because even the semblance of an apology means accepting all the blame, facing our flaws. We act like children in our marriages, our friendships, politics, at work, and even with God. We rationalize and look for someone or something else to blame.

God won’t put up with it forever.

“Even now — this is the Lord’s declaration — turn to me with all your heart, with fasting, weeping, and mourning. Tear your hearts, not just your clothes, and return to the Lord your God. For he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abounding in faithful love, and he relents from sending disaster.” (Joel‬ ‭2‬:‭12‬-‭13‬, ‭CSB‬‬)

God knows what is in my heart. He knows everything that I have to apologize for. He knows exactly who to blame and why.

But even so, no matter what I’ve done, all He wants is a sincere apology. It’s not hard. Really. It’s simple. I’m just so proud, so reluctant, too ashamed to admit my mistakes….

Dear God,

I am truly sorry.

Giving in to temptation is a decision. I don’t control when or how temptation arrives, but I do control what I do about it. I have a choice. I can choose to give in or not to give in.

It may not feel like much of a choice. It may feel more like a need, but by definition a temptation is not something I need, it’s something I want but am wary of for some reason. I’m not tempted to breathe; I must breathe to live and do so willingly, without shame. However, telling a juicy secret about someone may tempt me.

That moment of decision seems very small. Tiny, in fact. Like a flimsy little barrier that I’m holding up with one hand while piling on excuses and rationalizations with the other. The wall strains, but holds. Until suddenly, I simply take my holding hand away. I’ve decided to give in. I want to blame the piling-on hand or external forces, but the fault lies in my decision to remove my barrier-holding hand.

“No temptation has come upon you except what is common to humanity. But God is faithful; he will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation he will also provide the way out so that you may be able to bear it.” (1 Corinthians‬ ‭10‬:‭13,‬ ‭CSB)‬‬

It may not feel like it, but my barrier-holding hand is strong enough. It’s strong enough because God is helping me hold it. He guarantees that I am strong enough to withstand any temptation that comes my way.

But the decision still lies with me. Even with God helping me hold my barrier against temptation, I can choose to remove it. I can choose to give in. He allows my freedom to choose, even when my choices are self-destructive or hurtful, even when He knows the pain it will cause.

I want to choose well today.

Dear God,

Thank you for providing the means to withstand all the temptations to do evil that come my way, either from within or without. Teach me to trust your power and to keep choosing to fight. Please forgive me when I decide to fail. I want to choose righteousness.

Many times in my marriage, when one of us was having a tough time, the other came up with the strength to carry us both for a while. So far, we haven’t had a time when we were both at the end of our ropes at the same time. It is a beautiful thing when it works out this way because we all need someone we can depend on from time to time.

But what about when it doesn’t? What if the person you thought you could depend on lets you down? They said they would call, but the phone doesn’t ring. They said they would meet you, but they don’t show up. They promised not to do something but did it anyway.

“Have mercy on those who waver;” ‭‭(Jude‬ ‭1‬:‭22,‬ ‭CSB)

Sadly, despite my best efforts, I let people down all the time. I’m far from perfect. No one is perfect, in fact.

Except Jesus.

Fortunately Jesus has never and will never let me down. He is always available and always keeps His promises. He listens, encourages, comforts, and always does the right thing.

And He forgives me every time I let Him down. Because of the mercy He has shown me, He asks me to show mercy to others when they let me down.

Dear God,

Thank you so much for your mercy when I fail you. Teach me how to extend that same mercy to others instead of judgment and bitterness. Give me the strength not to waver in my faithfulness and commitment to loving others.

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My dog, Rocky, is crazy about hunting lizards. Recently we traveled to a place with squirrels, and he discovered a whole new obsession. He was seeing squirrels everywhere. Every leaf that shivered in a breeze was a squirrel. Every noise in the trellis over the patio was a squirrel. He made sure the yard was squirrel-free during our stay.

On a walk through the neighborhood one morning, Rocky was convinced a squirrel was hiding in a short palm tree. I was sure he was wrong as I could see into the palm and saw no squirrel. But Rocky insisted. Suddenly a squirrel started chirping loudly and flew straight up out of the tree and landed on the ground about 15 feet away. Fortunately Rocky’s leash is sturdy. I held tight, and the squirrel scampered away to a different tree, unharmed.

I have learned to trust my dog’s senses more than my own.

“Jesus said, ‘Because you have seen me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen and yet believe.’” (John‬ ‭20‬:‭29‬, ‭CSB‬‬)

The Gospel is full of the eyewitness accounts of Jesus: His ministry, His miracles, His death, and His resurrection. And yet I still want to see for myself.

Videos of implausible events are popular because everyone wants to see for themselves. But even videos are becoming less and less trustworthy with deep fakes and AI.

Without a firsthand account, all I have to rely on is faith. Do I believe those eyewitness reports? Do I believe what the Holy Spirit whispers to me deep in my heart? Do I believe all the many little ways God has shown me that He exists?

If I do, I am blessed.

Dear God,

Thank you for providing the seeds for my faith with the eyewitness reports in the Bible. And thank you for providing the water, fertilizer, and light for those seeds of faith to sprout and grow with your revealed, personal presence throughout my life and with the encouragement of other believers. Forgive my persistent doubts. Help me to weed them out, one by one, every day.