Earlier this week I noticed an article on Pinterest about five rules that Christian bloggers should never heard break. Actually, none of the rules seemed specific to Christian bloggers — the main thrust seemed to be about growing readership.
Because you, dear readers, apparently exist to make me a famous blogger. Right?
(Please note the sarcasm in that last paragraph.)
Anyway, the first rule mandated reserving personal updates for a blog’s social media page. Personal updates, according to the writer, have a limited shelf-life, and therefore aren’t good for Search Engine Optimization.
And her point made sense. At least it made sense if a blog is first and foremost a business rather than a ministry.
Our pastor livestreams the Wednesday evening Bible Study through our church website and our church Facebook page. At the concluding of each study, he takes questions submitted through emails or Facebook comments.
This week, someone asked how people with severe mental disabilities can be saved. With great compassion, our pastor equated such a situation with that of a child dying in infancy. He cited 2 Samuel 12:14-23 (particularly verse 23) and Deuteronomy 32:4 to substantiate the belief that God will take people with severe intellectual disabilities to heaven.
The brief discussion reminded me of a young man who lived in the nursing home where I spent two years. Cerebral Palsy had not only rendered him a quadriplegic, but it made him blind and non-verbal. As if that wasn’t enough, he Read More »
My back is improving, and spring is here. Therefore my mind turns to Boston and dreams of driving my relatively new power wheelchair through the Public Garden, around Boyleston Street and on the Rose Kennedy Greenway.
Although I received this chair a little over a year ago, it needed so many modifications that I couldn’t start using it until October. By then, of course, the weather got too cold for trips to the city. I’ve only gotten to drive outdoors once — and just to Walgreen’s for a Shingles shot.
Now the COVID-19 lockdown may be ending…but not for seniors and people with underlying conditions. We might have restrictions until a vaccine is available. Which might not happen until early next year.
Despite knowing that God is sovereign, I grieve the potential loss of Boston adventures this year. John and I are aging — we may not have many summers left before our bodies can’t handle going to Boston for anything other than doctor appointments. So the extension of COVID-19 restrictions upsets me. More than it should.
In response, I frequently confess to the Lord my lack of eternal perspective. I love Boston, but it can’t hold a candle to the New Jerusalem where I’ll forever behold the face of my Savior. I must constantly remind myself that I’ve taken His cross. This world (including Boston) doesn’t belong to me. Neither do I belong to it. Something far better awaits me. Someone far better awaits me!
Some people have expressed concern that the forced social distancing that has resulted in churches livestreaming services and Bible Studies will discourage physical church attendance once states lift bans on public assemblies. I understand that the concern.
Ever since services have been televised, small numbers of professing Christians have opted out of attending church, finding it so much more convenient to fire up their TV, computer, tablet or smart phone and watch church in their jammies. Those who have experienced hurt from their church families find this long-distance approach to worship particularly soothing. How nice to hear God’s Word preached without the messiness of accountability and/or difficult relationships!
Others feel frustrated by the lack of churches that preach sound doctrine. Not too many of years ago, I despaired of finding a good church in our area, and seriously contemplated getting my spiritual nourishment online. Thankfully, my godly husband nixed that idea and the Lord brought us to a church that faithfully preaches His Word. Still, I understand the temptation to let online services substitute for actual church attendance.
So yes, some people probably will continue watching services from home long after COVID-19 fades Read More »
Regular readers have undoubtedly noticed a radical difference in the frequency of my blog posts. Gone are Saturday Samplers, and those Bible Studies on Colossians that I’d waited all summer to write have vanished. My schedule of seven articles a week has dwindled to two or three, and I’m recycling graphics more than ever!
While most bloggers enjoy more time to write courtesy of COVID-19, I lay captive Read More »
Okay, folks– I guess the title of this post sums up why I haven’t been blogging these past few weeks. The “pulled muscle” ended up being a compression fracture in my lumbar region, meaning that the advice to sit in my wheelchair that I received from my February 28th visit to the Emergency Room was exactly opposite of what I needed to be doing.
On March 8th I got out of bed and tried to sit on the toilet. As I was screaming in pain, John called 911 and the Randolph Fire Department escorted me back to Milton Hospital. This time they did a CAT scan, which showed the fracture at the L2 level. So I’ve been lying in bed eating Tylinol and Motrin as I’ve had Lidocane patches on my back.
Just to complicate matters, my evening PCA has been out for three weeks with a fractured arm, so John’s been having to scare up people to help in her absence. Now with the Covid19 virus, we’ve had to ask his PCA to take a leave of absence (he works in a grocery store and is therefore exposed to a large number of people) so we’re having to find people to help him get up. This is the first time since I was diagnosed with the fracture that John has been able to type a blog post for me.
Please pray for both of us. I am improving, and hope to work on the blog post I started writing on March 7th. I expect to be doing a little typing by the end of next week, but I don’t think I should write that whole post in one sitting. And pray for John as he balances all of his obligations with helping me. I miss blogging. I miss my readers. May God protect all of us during this trying time, reminding us of His sovereignty and love.
The woman we hired as our morning PCA just wasn’t working out. She was uncomfortable with how we do things because it goes against her CNA training. I guess she doesn’t understand that PCA work is different from CNA work. I think I picked up on her nervousness, which in turn made me nervous.
To make a long story short, we decided it wouldn’t work out. As she left she threatened to report us to the CNA board (she didn’t specify which she would report, but said we did something illegal). Of course the CNA board has no jurisdiction over the PCA program — so it was an empty threat. Our case manager at Boston Center for Independent Living assured us that we’ve done nothing wrong. Still, it rattled my cage a bit.
Another person interviewed for the position, so I emailed her offering her the position. Please pray that we’ll get a suitable person who will cooperate with us. We know God is sovereign, but sometimes it’s hard aligning our emotions with the Word of God. Please pray for my struggles with anxiety. Also pray that God will be glorified in this mess.
To my knowledge, no one has become a Christian as a result of my evangelistic efforts. Furthermore, I’m notoriously shy about face-to-face witnessing. Although I was so bold about the Gospel in high school that I often became obnoxious, college eroded that boldness. Sadly, I never have regained it.
I’ve been thinking about evangelism lately because of a recent sermon our associate pastor preached and a variety of articles I’ve been reading. But the Lord has particularly convicted me about evangelism through Read More »
One of the best reasons for sending out prayer requests is that more people can praise and glorify the Lord when He graciously answers those prayers. His loving provision strengthens our faith and assures us of His intimate care.
We conducted three interviews for the PCA job. Two of the candidates were very good, but one particularly stood out. I confess to feeling anxious about the transition, since the PCA who is leaving has been with us for twelve years. But mostly I feel relieved and grateful. The Lord has once again shown Himself to be faithful — obviously He will also be faithful in this transition period.
Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement. Please rejoice with us at the Lord’s goodness.
During her pregnancy, his mother had taken Thalidomide. His deformities were severe, though he married young and fathered two or three children. His church sometimes had joint functions with mine, so occasionally our paths crossed and we’d exchange pleasantries.
One evening he propelled his power wheelchair over to me, and opened his mouth to speak. At that moment, some children interrupted and asked him, “Why are you like that?”
He smiled and explained, “That’s how God made me!”