Sorcerers, magicians and plagues

I am sitting here giggling to myself as I read the story of the plaques. That might seem a bit weird, I know some of them aren’t funny at all and I am not laughing about those. What I do find amusing is the beginning of the story, with Pharaoh’s magicians.

Geniuses these guys were.

So we start off with the water changing to blood which is pretty nauseating really. But wait, Pharaoh has his own magical peeps who are gonna help out…oh wait, nope, they are just going to make even more blood…. Hmmm.

Ok, the blood was gross and no good since people didn’t have clean water to drink but that one is over now. Unsurprisingly this fickle ruler goes back on his word immediately though so God has a new plague for him. Frogs. (I must admit, I love frogs so I have always thought this was the mildest of all the plagues, although the thought of stepping on them on accident or finding dead frogs everywhere is pretty nasty.) Billions of frogs everywhere, in bed with you, in the bath with you, in the ovens, in the jars of food, in your shoes, in your underwear drawer. Croaking all night long, ribbit, ribbit. (Ok, I find this all really funny since I like frogs and am in a weird mood)


It is ok though! Pharaoh’s guys can handle this! They have magic too!
“Come on guys fix this for me!”
“No problem, boss! We got this!”
And they do! No….wait…..they just made even more frogs. Hmmmm. This seems counter productive to me. God must have been chuckling to himself at least a little bit.

Ok, so Pharaoh realizes his sorcerers are pretty much useless so he begs Moses to pray that the frogs will go away and promises to be nicer and let them go worship. He picks the day and Moses agrees to pray. Moses cries out to God and the frogs die.

Now it gets nasty and there are dead frogs absolutely everywhere and they stink so bad and everyone has to clean them up and pile them up and…..gross, the whole of Egypt reeks of rotting frogs.

Surprise! Pharaoh changed his mind again. Bet you didn’t see that one coming.

Ok so time for another plague, this time gnats, all the dust turned into them so that is pretty horrible to think about. Normal springtime black fly population around here is bad enough without them being as numerous as the dust! Biting, swarming, flying up your nose, mouth, ears, take some time to think about everywhere you find dust after being in the desert or at the beach, now replace that mentally with gnats… Ok stop now, that is just disgusting.

Enter magicians,
“Don’t worry boss! We can do that too! Just a watch…”
They strain, they sweat, they start to freak out a bit because failing the Pharaoh was no small thing. They tried again and again.
Nope, can’t copy this one.
Honestly why they would even want to is beyond me!

Hey got a bug problem? Call Little Egypt Termite & Pest Control they can double your pest population! (Yes that is a real business I found on Google, no, I don’t think they actually have a “bring in more bugs” package.)

Ya, not sure what these guys were thinking but they failed and realized, why this guy isn’t just a magician like us, this is actually God.

It seems like, at this point, Pharaoh either quit bothering to call the magicians, maybe did something unkind to them, or they just gave up coming because it doesn’t seem like they tried replicating the other plagues. Probably a good thing, I don’t think trying to create more boils would have been smart….

“Don’t worry Pharaoh, Moses can give you painful boils? Well check out the ones we can give you!” Can’t see that ending well….

The rest of the story isn’t very funny at all, Pharaoh keeps hardening his heart, going back on his word and ends up losing his son and the first born sons of all his people. Pretty sad actually considering how differently things could have gone if he had humbled himself from the start and apologized and made am amends to the Jewish people.


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faith and job

Where were you?

Life seems pretty heavy these days. I am not really going through anything heavy personally, but some friends are going through unimaginable things right now. So much hurt in my little circle . Around the world, so much hurt. Children being trafficked, crucified, starving. Christians being persecuted even to the point of death, imprisoned. Families torn apart. Disease, violence, hatred, devastation. I feel it. The weight of it all presses in as my heart tries desperately to love and remember and intercede for them all.

It is pretty easy to have faith when you have even the hope of the answer being yes but when the answer is no it is a different story. When you fast and pray and still God says “no”. My head knows that he has a plan, and faith doesn’t mean we can see when the plan is we just have to trust that he does, but when the prayer is for something as obviously good as keeping a child out of an abusive situation and still the answer seems to be “no” it is so hard to trust that maybe he has a different plan.

When your heart is breaking for a great mom who is desperately trying to protect her babies and those who should be her allies hate her. Those are the moments when I understand the desperate cries for justice in the Old Testament. When the ones who are supposed to uphold justice in this country, in this world, fail so miserably and purposely. It is easy to imagine that God is asleep at the wheel even while knowing that he isn’t, to wonder “Where are you God?”.

With all of this heavy if my mind I went back to Job (not purposely looking for this passage, just as part of the planned reading I had fallen behind in) just in time to read God’s response to Job, his response to me and all of my cries for justice and action.

Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm. He said:
“Who is this that obscures my plans
with words without knowledge?
Brace yourself like a man;
I will question you,
and you shall answer me.
“Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
Tell me, if you understand.
Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!
Who stretched a measuring line across it?
On what were its footings set,
or who laid its cornerstone—
while the morning stars sang together
and all the angels shouted for joy?
“Who shut up the sea behind doors
when it burst forth from the womb,
when I made the clouds its garment
and wrapped it in thick darkness,
when I fixed limits for it
and set its doors and bars in place,
when I said, ‘This far you may come and no farther;
here is where your proud waves halt’?
“Have you ever given orders to the morning,
or shown the dawn its place,

Who has a claim against me that I must pay?
Everything under heaven belongs to me.

He goes on and on for about four chapters with many questions/statements that remind us how small and insignificant we are and how big he is. Reminders that I need often because I forget and get caught up in my own ideas of justice and freedom fighting and what God should be doing when.

Faith doesn’t mean I get to see the whole picture, it doesn’t mean that I won’t have doubts, anxieties, and fears or wonder what will happen. It is the assurance that the God who laid the earths foundation and spoke everything into existence is capable of caring for those I love and those He loves.

I can’t imagine the picture, it makes no sense to me but I don’t have my glasses on and the portion in my view is so small. He can see perfectly and his view is clear and wide enough to see it all as He paints it.

There is something so beautiful about the book of Job, it is heavy and full of sorrow, but in the end God speaks to him, and when Job remains faithful through it all he is blessed far beyond what he lost. He is given many children and grandchildren and great grandchildren, vast riches and a long happy life, it is really neat to see after 41 chapters of pain and sorrow. God had a plan and it was far more than Job could imagine. Even if this weren’t the case though, God would still be good.

When Job prayed for his friends, the Lord restored his fortunes. In fact, the Lord gave him twice as much as before! Then all his brothers, sisters, and former friends came and feasted with him in his home. And they consoled him and comforted him because of all the trials the Lord had brought against him. And each of them brought him a gift of money and a gold ring.

 So the Lord blessed Job in the second half of his life even more than in the beginning. For now he had 14,000 sheep, 6,000 camels, 1,000 teams of oxen, and 1,000 female donkeys. He also gave Job seven more sons and three more daughters. He named his first daughter Jemimah, the second Keziah, and the third Keren-happuch.  In all the land no women were as lovely as the daughters of Job. And their father put them into his will along with their brothers.

Job lived 140 years after that, living to see four generations of his children and grandchildren. Then he died, an old man who had lived a long, full life.


Runaway Radical | a great new book

There is always this feeling when you finish a good book, like a metaphorical sigh, sadness it over but satisfaction with the way it ended. Like the feeling after a good meal you anticipated all day while smelling it cook.

I had mixed feelings as I read through this book, one moment I was in agreement and the next I was conflicted and slightly suspicious, not sure where they were going with some ideas. I think the conflicting feelings only added to the feeling of enjoyment in the end.

Runaway Radical is the story of a young man whose life was changed by a short missions trip to Honduras during high school. He saw for the first time what real poverty is and desperately wanted to do something. He spent the next couple of years planning and saving for a longer trip while doing what he could to help the homeless and friendless around his own city. When he finally made it to Africa for a planned year long trip he found himself in a completely different situation that he could have ever imagined. The trip left him severely depressed and possibly suffering PTSD. When he returned, instead of encouraging him and aiding in his recovery, his home church covered up the abuse he had endured, hid all traces and tried to silence him and his family.

Runaway Radical is story of rediscovering his love for Jesus after being badly hurt by the church and Christians. A story that reminds me to be so careful with challenges to make a difference in the world because when misunderstood (as I believe Jonathan misunderstood some of what he read in what he calls the “radical movement”) it can come across as earning God’s favour or love or even as legalism. I highly recommend this book especially if you are associated with missions in any way or involved with churches in North America. This is a story we all need to learn from, learn to protect ourselves and our children, learn to check out missions and charity organizations very carefully before trusting them and most especially learning how to love hurting family and friends instead of hurting them more.


PS I personally am a huge fan of David Platt and his book Radical and am not sure if this book is one that they refer to many times in this book or not. I do believe that David is not suggesting a legalistic view of faith and service at all.

* I received this book free for the purpose of reviewing it, however these are my honest opinions and I would never recommend a book that I didn’t really want to recommend.


how to be a friend to the hurting

I was reminded of something a couple nights ago as I was reading Job, something that first came to mind about a year ago while reading the beginning of Ruth.

In the beginning of Ruth, right after she loses her husband and both sons, Naomi seems to be doing really well. She thinks through her future and decides that it is time to go back to her people and homeland. She packs her belongings, comforts and cares for her daughter-in-laws. She seems to be coping quite well, even sending the girls – the only family she had left- away (or trying to) knowing that it will be so hard to say goodbye but that it is the safest choice for them.

This first bit of grieving after a loss seems to be the time when people are around a lot. They bring meals, they sit with you and listen. They expect you to cry, to hurt and are very sensitive to that. If you aren’t acting the way they think your should they assume you are healing quickly or coping really well. We can see it in Naomi, and I have seen in several women around me that sometimes during this stage people actually seem to do really well, they are grieving but they are coping, keeping busy.

Later, when most people stop coming around, stop bring meals and stop asking how you are doing is when reality sinks in and the struggle becomes more intense. We can see that with Naomi, once she makes it to Israel, her journey is finished and she can rest, this is when she falls apart.

The passage in Job is a little different but similar. Job has lost everything, all he has left is his wife who isn’t much help (remember she is grieving the loss of her children so cut her some slack), and is in agony sitting on a heap of trash. His three friends come and for several days they just sit with him. They are great friends at first, they are maybe quietly praying for him as they sit there or maybe just being there. After a few days though they decide that Job has grieved for long enough and they open their mouths and start saying some pretty stupid things that sound good and wise in their own ears but are so far off in reality.

Both of these passages made me think about how I can pray for and be a friend to the hurting people around me. To not stop caring for them if they seem ok at first. That often the best thing you can do is just sit quietly and say nothing. That I can pray and ask God to give me the words if there are words to say and to stop my mouth if there are no helpful words (in my overly vocal life this is crucial). To not leave after the first bit or be among the many who don’t want to be a bother so they don’t come around or don’t call.

It is less than a month now from the one year anniversary of a precious little girl leaving this earth to go home. It is just past the 8th anniversary of the day my dear friend lost her parents. Later this year will be the second anniversary of a baby girl who touched my heart so deeply, though I only met her in person once, that I will never be the same.  So many others. So much loss in this world. So many grieving friends come to mind as I read these passages. Time passes and the hurt lessens but it never goes away completely.

Keep praying, keep being there, keep being Jesus to the hurting people around you. If you can’t think of any just ask Him to bring them to mind and help you to not forget them. He is pretty good at that.



the “perfect church” myth

A lot of us are or at one time have found ourselves searching for it, convinces it is out there somewhere; maybe it even lives in a memory where all the struggles or annoyances are glossed over and all we can remember was how great it was as we strive to find something that matches our muddy memory.

The perfect church.

Why do we, such imperfect humans, seem to keep thinking that it is even possible for a group of us to somehow come together and form something perfect? Are we foolish enough to think that our imperfections all combined will somehow melt away or not infect the group?

I have attended quite a few churches in my life because I have moved a decent amount of times. I have walked through huge traumas that broke churches apart completely, I have seen the slow decay of a church with an amazing heritage but sin crept in decades ago and it never recovered, I have seen thriving mega churches and small town “big” churches and been a part of each one and more. Each has their strengths each had their weaknesses. None was perfect (even the one with a famous musician leading worship). It is impossible for any to be perfect because not one person attending is perfect.

I hear the complaints all the time:
–   “We don’t like the teaching style.”
–   “We don’t like the worship style.”
–   “Our youth is too small.”
–   “Our youth is too big”
–   “Our group is so small are we really having an impact?”
–   “Our church is so big it is hard to know if we are really having an impact when you can’t get to know more than a few people.”
–   “Our church has no vision.”
–   “Our church has too much vision, we do too much.”

The list goes on and on because we are all different people and a lot of us are believing the lie that somewhere out there is a perfect church, one that fits us exactly and is what we have always been looking for.

It is just that, a lie. A really good one actually.

It is similar to the lies that separates us and lead to animosity between denominations that have only minor belief differences.

We are all the body, we represent Christ on this world. To many of our neighbours we are the only glimpse of Christ they might ever have and we are NOT representing him well when all we do is complain about what is wrong with our church.

I don’t know about you but I don’t see any places in Scripture where Jesus is complaining about music or preaching styles or what people were wearing or any of the things that we so often complain about. We do see him get quite angry (rightly so and without sin) when the Jews turned the Gentiles place of worship into a 3 ring circus selling animals and changing money in a crazy scam where they decided that only temple money could be used in the temple. He turns over tables and chaces them out with a whip but he doesn’t set the animals free, in all the display he never ruined anything He kept control. This is a little different from the general complains about churches though, I haven’t seen (in any of the churches I have been a part of) people loudly selling animals or “rights to worship” or generally disrupting worship so that people can’t worship at all. (The occasional loud child does not count.)

We are human, we know that. Most of us have a lot of grace for ourselves when we mess up or let our weakness show. Why can’t we show the same grace for the church? For our Pastors and Elders? For the imperfect people who serve us in so many ways through the Church, ways we can see and ways we don’t see if we aren’t really looking hard.

Let’s get it in our heads that the perfect church does not currently exist. One day it will and that will be awesome, but that won’t be until we have all stood before the Lord and been given new perfect bodies.

What is wrong with the church today? I am. You are. Each of us is. But the awesome thing is that despite how much we all suck God loved us so much that he sent his Son to redeem us. We are a pretty scratched up murky picture of Christ most days but little by little as He works in our lives and we spend time with Him, He wipes away a little bit more of the grime and the picture become a bit more clear.


If we can understand this and accept that there is no perfect church maybe we can learn to focus on the things our church does well and show grace for the ways in which we can improve.

Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ. For we were all baptized by one Spirit so as to form one body—whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink. Even so the body is not made up of one part but of many.

Now if the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body.

The eye cannot say to the hand, “I don’t need you!” And the head cannot say to the feet, “I don’t need you!” On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honourable we treat with special honour. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has put the body together, giving greater honour to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honoured, every part rejoices with it. — 1 Corinthians 12:12-26



modesty and grace

There have been a lot of posts lately about modesty. It probably is nothing new really just suddenly these posts are getting a lot of attention. There are the posts about “why i will never wear leggings again” and the rebuttals. The Facebook trolls who go on and on about both sides because they have a certain opinion and refuse to even listen to someone else. There were the girls who kicked up and huge stink about not being allowed to show their bra straps in school or  whatever the latest so-called inconvenience is. In all the posts I have yet to see one that really reflects my thoughts or the thoughts I have heard from a couple of my friends (in long text conversations) So here are my thoughts on modesty, men’s thoughts and girls attitudes.

First, we women need to just accept that men are wired way differently than we are. They are not just girl brains in male bodies. Not at all. We couldn’t be more different in the way we think. That doesn’t make them perverts or gross it just means that God created them differently than he created us. Not better, not worse just different.

Second, I am NOT the type of girl who believes women shouldn’t wear pants, I kinda hate wearing dresses most of the time actually. (Maxi dresses and skirts kinds won me over a bit but only sometimes) I grew up semi conservative and for a little while attended a very conservative school  and HATED the dress code – my mom wasn’t allowed to step out of the car when she picked us up unless she was wearing a dress or culottes…this was Florida so think hot and muggy.

Ok, now that we have that straight lets talk about us.

We have already heard enough about what we should or shouldn’t wear. I don’t want to talk about that. I don’t want to give more lists of rules because no one would follow them and more importantly we are under grace.

What I do want to talk about is our attitude. What is going through your mind when you choose your outfit? Are you thinking about how hot you will look and how “[insert name] won’t be able to keep his eyes off of me” or “this will make him drool”? Do you know deep down that your cute outfit is going to cause some guy to think things about you that he shouldn’t think?

I know that at this point some of you are already getting riled up thinking something like “I am not responsible for his thoughts!”

While yes, that is true, he is the only one who is responsible for his thoughts. You are forgetting that, if you are a believer you are part of the body of Christ. You represent Christ. Ask yourself if Jesus would get all riled up about his rights? Do you think that He would be more concerned with how comfortable or hot his clothes were or about how it might affect others?

But take care that this right of yours does not somehow become a stumbling block to the weak. – 1 Corinthians 8:9

I am not and never would make excuse for any perverted guy (I refuse to use the word man in this context) who is purposely trying to look at a woman who isn’t his wife, or who would think of hurting a woman. That is not excusable in any way and is in no way a woman’s fault. Whether she is dressed in a full burka or is working the streets in barely more than her underwear – a woman is never asking for it and there is never an excuse. 

Treat older women as you would your mother, and treat younger women with all purity as you would your own sisters. – 1 Timothy 5:2

My concern is for the guy who is trying to keep his mind clean. Maybe he is not married yet but wants to treat the women around him with purity even in his mind. Maybe he is married and loves his wife and wants to keep keep his eyes and thoughts only for her. 

Last year I was at Pitch and Praise (a fun event for about 2000 youth group kids, they have speakers (who were awesome last year), bands, talent shows all sorts of stuff. It was especially fun because my “little” brother was there as a missionary rep and had a lot of free time so he hung out with our youth kids a lot.  I will never forget what he said to me while we were there, he said that it was hard to be there because everywhere he looked there were 14-year-old girls in skin-tight leggings (or similar clothes) and he was afraid to look around because he shouldn’t see that much of these young girls. He loves his wife. He is very committed to her and to keeping his mind clean for her and treating other girls like sisters. He is honourable but it is hard for any guy who is trying live a pure life when every curve is on display around them.  He wondered if these girls knew that it wasn’t just that hot guy that was thinking about them in less than honourable ways, it is also that creepy old guy and about 7 others. 

So that is it. I am not leaving you with any rules, Context is King, as I learned in Bible School. In this case it means that I wouldn’t wear to church what I would wear to the beach…. Obviously. It would be a bit funny if I did though…for a minute at least then it would just be really awkward.

I don’t think that the Bible really gives us hard rules about this because, again, we are under grace.The most important thing about modesty our relationship with Jesus. If we aren’t living for him it doesn’t matter what we wear and if we are living for him we will be growing more like him and that means putting others ahead of ourselves.



trusting when things are not good

It isn’t an uncommon thing for me to get emotional about stuff, I do it pretty often, but tonight was the first time that the story of Joseph has ever brought me to tears. Tonight as I read about Joseph revealing himself to his brothers after so many years of mistreatment, slavery, betrayal and being a prisoner Joseph was someone who deserved to be pretty ticked at his brothers. But there isn’t an ounce of anger in him when he sees the ones who caused him so much pain

Then Joseph said to his brothers, “Come close to me.” When they had done so, he said, “I am your brother Joseph, the one you sold into Egypt! And now, do not be distressed and do not be angry with yourselves for selling me here, because it was to save lives that God sent me ahead of you. For two years now there has been famine in the land, and for the next five years there will be no plowing and reaping. 7 But God sent me ahead of you to preserve for you a remnant on earth and to save your lives by a great deliverance. “So then, it was not you who sent me here, but God. He made me father to Pharaoh, lord of his entire household and ruler of all Egypt. Now hurry back to my father and say to him, ‘This is what your son Joseph says: God has made me lord of all Egypt.  – Genesis 45:4-9

Wow. The trust Joseph had in God all those years having only his childhood dreams to go by! If anyone had reason to fall into despair it was Joseph during his years in prison, especially when yet another person , the cup holder, betrayed him; but he didn’t even then, he continued to trust knowing that one day God would be true to his promises.

I complain about waiting so often even in the comfort of my easy life, what a beautiful reminder Joseph is of a patient man of God who trusted and who forgave. God’s timing isn’t our timing and sometimes it really seems like he is wasting timing but that is only because we can’t see the big picture like he can.



You will always have the poor with you

I have this tendancy to value humanitarian work over almost any other thing. It is an easy thing to do, really, because it IS a really important thing to do, a really godly type of work. We see Jesus healing the sick and feeding the poor. He even tells us that whatever we do the least of these we do to him so it is one of the ways here on earth that we can really “touch” Jesus, feed and clothe Jesus.


I was reminded this morning as I read the words of Jesus, in John 12, that while this is so important it isn’t the most important thing. Even if we are giving or going or serving the very poorest with the right attitude, it is useless if we aren’t spending time with Jesus too, listening to him and reading his Word.

it is interesting that this is mentioned more than one time, Jesus knew this one would be hard for us “doers” to grasp. In Luke 10:38-42 Martha complains that Mary is sitting at Jesus’ feet instead of helping in the kitchen and later in John 12 when Mary anoints Jesus’ feet with expensive perfume and the disciples complain.


I would by no means ever recommend that you stop giving or stop serving or stop looking for ways to feed and clothe Jesus through the hurting and the poor. Or to stop trying to make a difference in this world. Quite the opposite, BUT I do suggest we remember that if we are only doing things for him and not spending any time with him, well that isn’t a relationship. No matter how busy life gets, how many people need your help or how many little people are racing around your house yelling “mommy”, taking time to spend with Jesus is the most important thing you can do in a day.


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10 Things That Stand Out in 1 Samuel

I have been a bit absent this week but I did write a post, actually spend most of the week working on it since it was very different from how I usually write. I don’t usually pick a passage/book for the specific reason of writing about it but this was a bit different because it is a guest post for my church.

So if you missed a post this week and want to go check out what I wrote:

We are just about to dive into 1 Samuel which is exciting. I have always loved the stories in 1 and 2 Samuel.

In preparation for studying this book on Sunday morning, I decided to dive in and read it through ahead of time, that way I can gather my own thoughts from the book and learn what the Lord is saying to me before hearing what He is saying to Jason (or the other speakers) in the same book. Here are ten things that stand out to me in 1 Samuel:

  1. God can use infertility to do great things if we keep looking to him and keep trusting his will for our lives. In Hannah’s case God gave her a son that would change the course of a nation. (1 Samuel 1) That doesn’t mean that a woman who struggles with infertility will for sure birth a hero or prophet one day but I think there is a reason that every time infertility is mentioned in the Bible it leads to great change. – See more at: Hanover Missionary Church Blog


face in the crowd

would I recognize Him?

I noticed something interesting yesterday as I was reading through Genesis 17-19 (I am doing the read through the bible in a year plan from She Reads Truth. I love the app because it gives me little reminders at whatever time of day I choose and it is right there on my iPad, or phone, I can read it anywhere and then click “read” and it shows me where I am at. Pretty cool.) it is the story the angels and Jesus (a Christophany, the first one in the Bible actually.) coming to visit Abraham then rescuing Lot and destroying Sodom and Gomorra. If you grew up going to Sunday school and listening to Bible stories you should know the story well.

What stood out to me yesterday was that when Abraham saw Jesus and the angels he knew right away who they were. There was no “hey my name is Abraham, what are you all doing in these parts?” “Hey, great to meet you, where are you all from?” nope. He saw them approaching and he knew. It doesn’t seem like there was anything special about the way they looked that would have shouted ANGELS, none of that glowing stuff that the angels on “Touched By an Angel” used to do. (LOL) It doesn’t seem like Lot recognized them for who/what they were and the people of Sodom most likely wouldn’t have tried to gang rape them if they had known, so I don’t think it was looks that caused Abraham to recognize them.

Abraham had a close relationship with God. They were friends. He didn’t just go to God when he wanted something or when things were going wrong and he needed help. Abraham knew God well enough that he recognized him immediately when he saw him approaching. He didn’t  have to ask “hey, you aren’t by any chance God are you?” He knew.

It is something small and simple but it really stood out to me yesterday and is still on my mind today.

If Christ were to pass by me would I recognize him? Would you?

Just something to think about.



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