Saturday Sampler: September 16 — September 22

 

Fall Garden Sampler

Taken by John Kespert at Boston Public Garden

The trouble with Mike Ratliff of Possessing the Treasure is that I want to include the majority of his articles in Sampler! Preach the word; be ready in season and out of season certainly belongs in this week’s curation, since it addresses many themes that I want you ladies to understand. I hope you won’t neglect this one.

Michelle Lesley handles an important topic with The Mailbag: Is lust a sin for women, too? Of course the short answer is yes. But Michelle’s long answer enhances our understanding of just how seriously the Lord takes female lust.

Despising God’s Word Might Not Mean What You Think It Does, suggests Mike Leake in a post for Borrowed Light. I agree.

In an article for The Statement on Social Justice & the Gospel, Justin Peters uses his own experience with Cerebral Palsy to repudiate the victim and entitlement mentality that fuels the Social Justice Movement. Thanks for Nothing reminds us what true justice is and why we really don’t want it.

Sydney, a high school age young lady who blogs at Squid’s Cup of Tea, displays her astonishing insight with Are You Texting God? Do you need to learn from her?

You’ll be encouraged, challenged and inspired by Life Lessons from A British Cemetery, which Courtney McLean writes for Biblical Woman. I guess the tombstones of Susanna Wesley and John Bunyan would have an impact on me, too!

For another healthy challenge,  consider We Need to Change How We Pray by Jordan Standridge on The Cripplegate. His perspective isn’t popular, but it’s definitely Biblical.

It’s true! You Don’t Want to Miss This Post that Leslie A writes on Growing 4 Life. She muses about the odd disconnect that keeps so many Christians from becoming all we should be in Christ.

I totally agree with Jason Marianna of Things Above Us about The Saddest Day in Church History NO ONE Talks About. Even if you deplore history, you’ll learn something that may give you better insight into how problems arise when churches embrace social justice.

The lady who blogs at Biblical Beginnings takes on a familiar challenge to Christian faith with The Rock — But Can He Lift It? Frankly, I’ve always found this question to be incredibly obnoxious, so her positive approach to it humbles me.

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But The Bible Doesn’t Address This

IMG_1892A little over a week ago, I wrote an article denying that my disability gives me license to cast myself in the role of an oppressed victim. If you read the Comments Section, you’ll notice a little pushback from a reader named Daniel, as well as my response that he overlooked the clause in my Comments Policy asking that disagreements with my positions be substantiated with Scripture.

I’m fallible. I well understand that I’m capable of misinterpreting portions of God’s Word, particularly on secondary matters. When (not if, but when) I’m wrong, I need faithful Christians to open the Bible and, using proper hermeneutics, help me see my errors.

I didn’t approve Daniel’s follow up comment because, as I told him in an email, I preferred to Continue reading

A Blind Woman With Amazing Vision

“Visions of rapture now burst on my sight,” wrote Fanny Crosby in arguably her most famous and most beloved hymn. Once you realize that Fanny Crosby lost her sight in early childhood, you can’t help but feel startled by this poignant lyric.

Fanny saw what so many of us routinely overlook. She fixed her gaze steadfastly on the Savior and His return. I fear that, even as we sing her words believing that we cherish them, we rarely see their power. We close our eyes to the astonishingly beautiful promise that He will come again and gather us to Himself! We busily focus on temporal matters, willfully blind to the eternal glories that await us in His kingdom.

Listen again to this familiar hymn. Let a simple blind woman open your eyes to the wonders of our Savior and the blessed assurance of His eternal kingdom.

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Even If I’m Not Cherokee, I’m Oppressed (Supposedly)

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Enjoying fall leaves in Boston Common

According to family lore, my mom’s father was one quarter Cherokee. I’m reticent to embrace this claim after Senator Elizabeth Warren so famously had her Cherokee heritage debunked. During the height of that controversy, I learned the a vast majority of Caucasian Americans believe that they have Cherokee blood somewhere in their lineage. Therefore (as much as I’d like to think a little Cherokee blood runs through my veins), I dare not make that boast without further confirmation.

Even without Cherokee heritage, however, my gender and my disability provide sufficient grounds for Continue reading

My Cerebral Palsy Affects My Whole Life, But It’s Not My Whole Life

Spring Wheelchair

I admire Justin Peters for a few reasons. Most importantly, he takes a strong stand for Biblical truth against the Word of Faith teachers that dominate “Christian” television. Although his concern for refuting these false teachers stems from his youthful attempts to receive physical healing from his Cerebral Palsy, he minimizes references to his disability in favor of upholding God’s Word and encouraging people toward sound doctrine.

In short, Justin Peters’ ministry isn’t focused on his disability. It’s bigger than that.

At various times in my life, people have suggested that I involve myself in disability ministry, just like Joni Eareckson Tada. After all, Continue reading

After 16 Years, I Still Don’t Know Why

Mr & Mrs K.Tomorrow John and I will celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary. Sometimes I struggle to believe God has really allowed me, a woman with such extensive physical disabilities, to be married to anyone. It amazes me even more that He allowed me to marry a man who loves Scripture and desires to live in a godly manner.

Of course, we’ve had our squabbles, arguments, fights and yelling matches over the years. We may be disabled, but we’re normal. We’re both wretched sinners who forget to walk in the Spirit, just like any other Christian couple.  I’m not making excuses; I’m simply stating facts so the rest of this article won’t leave the impression Continue reading

It Was Just A Thought …But God Used It

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIn 2012, John spent most of his two-and-a-half month hospitalization at a rehab hospital, so he had to be transported by ambulance to doctors’ appointments at Massachusetts General Hospital. Consequently, I had to take The RIDE by myself to meet him at doctors’ offices. Usually, I did so with relatively few difficulties (for The RIDE, that is). But one memory from that period still haunts me.

I had to leave before the appointment ended, knowing The RIDE was scheduled to pick me up at a specific time to return home. I arrived at the waiting area with about five minutes to spare, so I tilted back my wheelchair, knowing that RIDE drivers are supposed to come inside and call passengers by name.

After about ten or 15 minutes, the thought struck me that I should wander outside and see if my van was there. Maybe I subconsciously recalled a paratransit van in Memphis leaving me at work years earlier, or maybe I just felt antsy, but I drove my power wheelchair outside and surveyed the pick-up area.

I did see a van, so I asked if he was there for Deborah. He said he certainly was. He boarded me, and we made the journey home with no particular incident.

Later that evening, however, I learned Continue reading