The Power of Distraction

Aaron lay on the floor outside the classroom door, his face to the ceiling. All the other students had entered the room and were following the morning routines. Aaron had arrived seeking attention disguised as defiance.

I’d been around this block a time or two.

“Hey, Aaron!” Expecting a reprimand or an order, he was surprised by my next words. “Get up and tell me what you did yesterday when your dad picked you up from school.”

Aaron’s dad doesn’t pick him up every day, so when he does, it’s special.

The little boy forgot his defiant act, and his face brightened with a grin.

“We played Candyland!” he said, getting up and allowing me to help him slip off his shoes.

“Is that a game on the iPad or a board game?” I asked, effortlessly guiding him through the classroom door.

“It’s a board game!”

I close the door behind him, happy to have all my little chicks inside the coop. A battle of wills would have set a much different tone for the day.

The power of distraction can be an effective strategy in the Kindergarten classroom and beneficial in our own lives, too.

Sometimes we live in challenging circumstances that hold us in their grasp and threaten to choke us. We can’t see past our bubble of pain, and dark thoughts hold us captive. A distraction may not change our circumstances, but it could help us rediscover the joy of the Lord. In a secular sense, even continuing to go to work can give us something new to focus on.

Do you know the best way to redirect your attention away from your own plight? Serve others. Ask a church leader if they could use some help behind the scenes in one of their programs. Serve in a soup kitchen or food bank. Look for ways to improve someone else’s day, and it will likely brighten yours at the same time.

When God invites you to hand over your worries to Him, He doesn’t mean for you to continue focusing on the darkness. While that is a very understandable and human thing to do, it communicates a lack of trust that God’s got you covered.

My good friend Carolyn Cheer wrote a book called Do You Believe I Am God or Not? Anchoring our Hope in God’s Promises. (Check it out on Amazon!) While the question calls us out, the subtitle gives us the answer we need to have confidence in our heavenly Father. If we truly believe in a mighty God who created the universe and shows His love to humanity by saving, healing, and guiding us, it’s not a big stretch to think that He cares about our situation. We can anchor our hope in His promises.

In John 16:33, Jesus said to His disciples (and to us):

Jesus has overcome the world. God the Father reigns. He’s got you.

Of course, distraction can sidetrack us sometimes, too. In school, my students can be distracted during our whole group learning times by their peers, a toy, a stomach ache, or a daydream.

You may not have a strenuous situation that occupies your thoughts today. You may be on the other side of the fence where distraction prevents you from having a close relationship with God. Read the following list with your full attention, and note the things that might get too much of your focus.

Distractions might include:

Success
Appearance
Perfection
Health
Relationships
Homes
Comfort
Social Media
Busyness
Entertainment

Without expanding on this list, I think you can see how the pursuit of any of these things can easily shift your focus off God’s will for your life as your priorities shift. In moderation, none of these things are sinful. But when one replaces God as a priority, you move into dangerous territory.

When He made the commandment about not having other gods, the big G God wasn’t necessarily talking about statues or mythical beings. He more likely referred to anything that replaces Him in our lives. What is your go-to after a hard day? Who do you speak to when you have a decision to make? Where do you go first to share good news?

The lyrics of a song we used to sing in Sunday School were an acronym for “joy.” The simple statements are also a perfect summary of the Bible and the Gospel:

J-O-Y This is what it means: Jesus first, Yourself last, and Others in between.

We need constant reminders because our natural inclination is to focus on ourselves with our emotions and desire for comfort. Doesn’t joy sound like a great distraction, though?!

Jesus replied, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment.
A second is equally important: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’
The entire law and all the demands of the prophets are based on these two commandments.”

matthew 22:37-40 NLT

Do you need more distraction in your life by serving others or less distraction by leaning closer to God?

Either way, these verses are a great life principle. What will be your first step toward JOY?

Jesus.
Others.
Yourself.
JOY.

Father, forgive me for often putting other things before my relationship with you. I’m setting you back up as my Number One Priority. When I go through hardships that give me tunnel vision, help me to get out there and help others so your light still shines through me and I experience your joy despite my circumstances. Thank You for the opportunity to choose JOY when I need comfort. Thank You for loving me with such a big love! Amen

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Seeing the Colors

I sat for a long time today with my cursor flashing, the page before me empty. A glimpse from the white screen toward the window revealed a sudden contrast of color. It’s my favorite time of year for a stunning view of autumn, well worth the chill to step out onto the balcony to take another photo to add to the collection. I dream of someday enjoying the view from a balcony in Mexico, but I will never see a similar glorious landscape of nature in transition from there. 

I’ve taken the photo on sunny days, in the rain, in the early dawn with the sunrise’s red glow, and after dark when the landscape is peppered with streetlights. Each photo is different, even though I’ve not used a filter or adjusted any settings. The lens through which I view the colored leaves depends on the time of day and the weather conditions. Sometimes the leaves look brighter than others. 

Since the photos were taken within a few days, the leaves themselves have not changed much. They cling to branches with a hold that is slowly slipping, but for now, they display their fall wardrobe in this spectacular fashion show.

Life is colorful, too. I am grateful for all the things that make life worth living, and the autumn view is only a tiny part of that list. Family, friends, delicious food, music, good books, fun movies, pets, travel, sports, poolside moments, babies, nice shoes, air conditioning and heating as required, comfortable mattresses, ottomans, and a relationship with Jesus are a few of life’s perks. Your list might look different, but everyone can make one, even if some parts of your life are less colorful because of the shadows.

My recent writing has focused on the pain of loss, and I hoped to move out of that dark shadow to view the vibrant colors again. And then, this morning, the phone rang.

A friend called to tell me she had received horrific news. Test results following a doctor’s visit for leg pain revealed the worst. She has stage four cancer with tumors too numerous to treat by operation. The treatments they suggest for her have extended the lives of other patients up to six years. She now has a concrete deadline for her life.

“I will live out the rest of my life with cancer,” she said. “It will be cancer that kills me.” My heart broke for her.

With this news, my friend could view her colorful life through a lens of anger or grief that would darken the vibrancy of her final years. Or she could fight to put on the lens of gratefulness that the cancer has been found and the treatments promised will give her a fairly normal life for the next few years.

“I’m not ready to go yet. My grandchildren and children need me. My husband needs me. I’m going to fight this and have the best life I can.”

I cheered her on for her courage and promised to pray for her, recognizing she will need prayers during the darker days that will come. 

Our lives are all finite, and we know this. Yet, sometimes we live like we don’t. We allow emotions to cloud our vision and dull the colors in our lives. 

What would you do differently if you knew you only had six more years to live? What would you change? When you’ve answered that question, consider why you haven’t done that already. 

We don’t know the day or hour we might leave this earth. It may not be a disease that slowly takes us. It might be an accident or a natural disaster that takes us in a flash. What would living each day like it’s your last look like for you? Would you more visibly express your love for others? Would you spend more time doing things you enjoy? Would you savor moments? Would you be adventurous and try new things? Would you prepare for your afterlife by inviting God to be a bigger part of your life?

Death isn’t something we like to think about. As those leaves prepare to fall and die on the ground, they make a vibrant display of God’s glory. Don’t you think we should, too?

Before we look Death in the face, let’s live our lives in their fullest colorful experience, allowing God’s love to shine through us. When we have Jesus in our hearts, we know that life here on earth is just the beginning.

Our earthly bodies are planted in the ground when we die, but they will be raised to live forever. Our bodies are buried in brokenness, but they will be raised in glory. They are buried in weakness, but they will be raised in strength. They are buried as natural human bodies, but they will be raised as spiritual bodies. For just as there are natural bodies, there are also spiritual bodies.

1 Corinthians 15:42b-44

While we don’t look forward to death, as believers, we don’t have to fear it. Jesus has given us victory over the grave. Our new and improved life will begin. Until then, we’ll appreciate the colorful one we have.

As you consider your responses to the questions above, are there things you could do now to make your life more colorful before getting a doctor’s terminal prognosis? 

Have you asked Jesus to be your Savior? Not only does this give you hope for your future, but He will give you the right lens to see the colors in your dark days. He is Comfort. He is Strength. You don’t have to face the shadows alone.

Father, I pray for those who have been told their deaths will come sooner than they thought. Give them the courage to live colorful lives that include You in the center. Help me to appreciate the colors that surround me and live in gratitude for a vibrant life. Since I don’t know how many days or years I have left, I want to live my best for You, loving and serving those around me. May I be a vibrant display of Your glory. Amen.

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Trusting God Through the Pain of Loss

The wind barreled in from the ocean and ripped through the trees, looking for loose roof tiles or edges of siding on the little house. The family home had stood firmly on its legged foundation overlooking the bay for several generations. It witnessed births, parties, quiet dinners, and wakes for loved ones taken too soon. Its walls had thickened over the years due to layers of cheery wallpaper replaced every twenty years or so, covering the fingerprints and crayon drawings of the little ones once they had grown. The noisy creak in the second stair and the loose handrailing had never been repaired, but all the inhabitants knew where to place their foot and avoid leaning. Sliding down the banister had long been forbidden.

Another gust drove a branch of the one tree strong enough to grow this close to shore through the kitchen window, shattering the glass. Shards covered the countertop and filled the sink where cooks and dishwashers had stood each night at 5:28 to clean up from supper. Through that window, they had viewed magical sunsets and spied fishermen’s long liners and speedboats, crisscrossing the harbor and heading for the watery horizon. That window always needed cleaning as the view often blurred with the ocean spray’s salty residue. 

No one heard the glass shatter. No one saw the jagged pieces litter the room, normally the busiest space in the house. The noisy inhabitants, known for their welcoming kitchen parties, had fled with their most prized possessions and photo albums, leaving the little house to stand alone to face the storm. One-eye blind, it wasn’t doing well.

On the other side of the broken pane, the surf, which already licked the bottom of the house, grew and reached higher with each pounding wave. While the hardy structure had faced many storms and bravely stood its ground, this time, the shore to which it gripped was rapidly disappearing beneath the roiling water.   

Within an hour, the little house would be washed out to sea, floating for mere seconds as it attempted to keep its head above water. The remaining windows would shatter, allowing the water to pour in. As the angry ocean flooded the rooms, it would pull the house to the rocky bottom, where it would valiantly make one final attempt to fight by anchoring close to the shore.

2 Corinthians 4:18 says:

There’s a lot of trouble to focus on. These latest hurricanes destroyed numerous homes like the one described in the above scenario. Many fishermen lost their stages and boats, the tools of their livelihood. Some lost their lives.

A natural disaster can wipe out all of our earthly treasures in an instant. But Jesus tells us:

Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.

Matthew 6:19-21 NLT

It’s heartbreaking to see people lose their homes and possessions. Yet, these verses remind us that these things are temporary; they are earthly treasures. As we continue reading Matthew 6, we realize that God doesn’t want us to worry about our needs such as food, clothing, and shelter. He promises to take care of us. To claim that promise, we just need to invite Him in as the Lord of our lives and trust that He will do what He says.

As our friends and families rebuild in the aftermath of these violent storms, God’s promises will be fulfilled if they ask Him for support. He works things out for good for those who trust Him (Romans 8:28). And while we rebuild shelters to live in here on earth, God is building a home for us in Heaven. His Word guarantees there will be no moths, rust, or thieves to worry about. I’m guessing that hurricanes might be on Heaven’s no-worry list as well. Our eternal home will be just that. ETERNAL.

You may be suffering from loss too: A marriage, a job, the life of a loved one, your health, or even your home. I encourage you to invite Jesus into your heart and your situation. He sees you and knows what you need. Ask Him for help and then trust Him to fulfill His promise.  As believers, while we experience the pain of loss that these situations bring, we can look to the future with hope because we know God loves us and will get us through.

My good friend Carolyn Cheer wrote a 21-day devotional entitled Do You Believe I am God or Not? Anchoring Your Hope in God’s Promises. If you need encouragement after facing loss, I highly recommend you read it.

God, You are my refuge and my strength, an ever-present help in times of trouble (Psalm 46:1). When the wind blows and the waters rise, leaving destruction in their wake, You are still in control. When my emotions would demand to know why this happened to me, help my spirit to ask about Your purposes instead. Use this situation to draw me closer to You. Thank You for being there to comfort me as I mourn my loss and for the strength to lean on You with trust and praise. Thank You for giving me hope. You haven’t failed me in the past, and You won’t fail me now. Amen. 

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Nothing to Wear

Have you ever stood in front of your closet and uttered this horrific lie: “I have nothing to wear!”? It usually comes out in a sing-songy whine.

Yet, unless you walked around naked yesterday, you have something to wear. They might be dirty or smelly, but you have clothes.

“But someone might notice I’m wearing the same thing I wore last Friday.”

Really? I worked with my teaching partner for almost four years before I realized she wore black pants and a black top to school every day. One of our more observant students asked her why she wore the same clothes each day. In response, she told the child that she has a shelf of “work clothes.” She has five outfits, all black, to choose from in the mornings before school. The complaint, “I have nothing to wear” has never passed over her lips.

In my defense for not noticing, I’d like to point out that she accessorizes her outfits. She throws on a flashy scarf, a colorful cardigan, or a bulky necklace and hair tie to break up the monotony of the black. Therefore, I didn’t recognize the five-day pattern.

I think I can speak for the average middle to upper-class Canadian woman when I say that we have more clothes than we need. There are only seven days in a week, but our closets are bursting at the seams. If we wore each item only once, it would take months to get through it all. Why do we need so much?

We seem to value variety. What stops us from having a seven-day wardrobe for each season with something fancy for special occasions and something to exercise in? We’d have much more space in our homes! Don’t get me started on shoes… Considering that we were naked when we arrived in this world, and we’ll leave naked when our spirits rise from our bodies, why do we need so much?

I’m feeling a little guilty today about my bending closet bars and heavy dresser drawers when many people struggle to make ends meet. I was lucky enough to be born into a family that lived comfortably, although not excessively, and I had opportunities for education and a successful career. Not everyone had the same start.

In 1 Timothy 6:6-8, Paul tells us if we have enough food and clothing, we should be content. He didn’t point out how easy it is to be content when we have more than we need.

I can still fall short of representing God well if I don’t look past my own contentment to see the needy people around me. Do you ever feel this way?

Jesus said it is more difficult for rich people to enter Heaven (Matthew 19:23). What makes a person rich, though? Is there a monetary value that defines “the rich?” Maybe, having more than seven seasonal outfits is the necessary qualifier…

There is also the danger of feeling so content that we don’t recognize our need for God. I think that is part of what Jesus was talking about. Who prays more—the Christian family who struggles to meet their basic needs or the one who needs nothing? In most cases, I’d suggest the needier mom would spend more time on her knees asking God for help.

Jesus tested the rich man’s desire to follow Him:

Is that what we are meant to do: sell everything and help the poor? Is that the condition we must meet to inherit eternal life in Heaven?

When I face spiritual questions such as these, I go back to the two commandments that Jesus highlighted for an expert in religious law: love God with your whole heart, and love your neighbor as yourself (Matthew 22:37-39). While I don’t think He meant I should sell all my worldly possessions, I do think He meant that I should be kind, generous, and loving at every opportunity. And sometimes that will mean creating opportunities and going out of my way to treat others, not only how I’d like to be treated, but how Jesus would have treated them. And that could, in fact, result in giving some of my excess clothing to someone who needs it.

Do you ever feel bad about having more than you need? How do you respond when you feel that way?

Open my eyes, Lord, and help me to see what people need from me. Let me be your hands and feet in this world. Amen.

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Expressing our Admiration

I stood with hundreds of sky watchers, balancing on my toes to get the best view. Bursts of red, green, blue, and white exploded over the river in kaleidoscope patterns, even some remarkable heart shapes I’d never witnessed before. No one appeared bored since all eyes were locked on the sky for a show that went on for an impressive duration. Some viewers were even taking photos or videos to capture the moments to enjoy again later or share with friends. Yet, the only sounds were the loud cracks, pops, and sizzles of the fireworks. The crowd was surprisingly silent as they watched this stunning display of light.

Then, in the last minute of a 25-minute show, as the grand finale lit up the whole downtown area with multiple fireworks exploding simultaneously in a lavishly expensive spectacle, voice boxes unlocked. I finally heard some Oooohs and Aaaaaaws. Awakening from their mesmerized stupor, the crowd began to cheer as the last few cracks and pops concluded their shattering of the calm night. Applause joined the verbal praise as the show ended, leaving trails of smoke where color had been.

As someone who doesn’t attend firework displays often, I enjoyed the 25 minutes from beginning to end. However, the finale I had just witnessed was the sixth similar show offered in our city in the past few weeks. I don’t know how many people in the crowd had been there one or more of the other nights. Maybe they were less impressed with the lead-up fireworks than I was. Was that what kept them silent for 24 minutes? The beauty of the colorful designs might have been old hat to them.

“We’ve been there already—seen it before. It takes more to impress us now,” I imagine them saying. “Now, that last minute? That was amazing!”

I wonder if we’ve done that with our image of God. Have we become so accustomed to the miracles around us that we fail to be impressed unless we see something spectacular?

The stars twinkled in the sky last night before and after the fireworks. They hung there without human assistance, putting on their own light display. Yet, did we look up and recognize them as God’s miracles? What about the moon? The sun? The trees and flowers? The birds? The people turning and retracing their steps back to their homes?

We see miracles every day. They are all around us! Yet, sometimes we wait for that extraordinary display—the stunning sunrise, the autumn leaves, or the frost patterns on our window—before we acknowledge God’s miracles. And even then, we might forget to speak up and praise Him for them.

I love that my local church encourages making noise to God. The first half of our service is called Worship Time. We sing and clap our hands; we sometimes pray aloud, shout, or dance. My friends and family will tell you I can be loud, so this suits me well!

But it’s not noise that is necessary for worship. It’s engagement. I can go to church every Sunday, sing the songs, and clap my hands to the beat without acknowledging God at all! I can also leave the service unchanged when I could have experienced something more.

I’m sure many fireworks watchers silently applauded the team who put the show together last night. They were in awe of the display but saw no need to verbalize their appreciation. We can praise God quietly, too, with no outward exhibition of worship. God sees our hearts and loves our adoration no matter how we package it. The sound volume is irrelevant, but the participation level is essential.

What kind of worship do you prefer? Are you quiet as you speak to God in your mind? Do you like to make a joyful noise? Most of us likely do both, depending on where we are.

What pops into your mind when I ask if you’ve seen a miracle? Look around, and add more of God’s amazing works or gifts to your miracle list. Take a moment to worship and thank Him for those miracles.

What a mighty God we serve!

Thank You, Father, for all the miracles I see around me: Your creations, Your gifts, and Your hand on my life. Forgive me for sometimes taking many of them for granted.

I praise You and thank You for loving me. You are awesome, God.

I pledge my loyalty to You.

Amen.

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Fear of Snakes

I can’t say if the scream came first or the pounding heart, but they both seemed to have happened simultaneously. And with the bloodcurdling screech, I threw my body into reverse, despite my previous rapid forward motion. Had I been in my car, I’d have destroyed my transmission.

My walking partner jammed on her brakes in ignorant response to my behavior but quickly saw what had set me off. A small garter snake completed its slithery journey across our path, its tail disappearing into the long grass. I use the word “small” to describe it from her perspective. To me, it was A SNAKE! Stretched out, it was likely a foot and a half long and less than an inch in diameter, but it was A SNAKE! And I had almost stepped on it.

My heart raced for the next few seconds as if I had come face to face with a grizzly bear.

My friend admitted to a similar heart rate pattern in her own chest, but hers was more of a startled response, evidenced by her choice of expletive and her eye roll. She might have believed my scream was an over-the-top reaction to a harmless grass snake.

In an attempt to defend my behavior, I shared some pertinent information. “Did you know that there are poisonous snakes in Ontario?” I began. “Did you know there are even rattlesnakes in Ontario?”

“What? No,” she admitted.

We did an inquiry in my Kindergarten class on snakes this spring, and I learned just enough to make my mild fear of snakes transform into a full-on phobia: ophidiophobia, to be exact. She didn’t thank me for sharing my well-researched knowledge.

I believe her reply included the phrase, “Ignorance is bliss.”

According to Merriam Webster, a phobia is “an exaggerated usually inexplicable and illogical fear of a particular object, class of objects, or situation.” In my case, my phobias include snakes, height, and, to some extent, water. A survey of my entire friend group would likely discover that I am one of the few to experience these fears. (Although, I will credit my teaching partner for contributing to my ophidiophobia since hers was a well-known fact before we began our in-depth study of snakes with our class.)

Isn’t it strange how some of us have these fears and others don’t? The four- and five-year-olds in our class teased my partner mercilessly for being afraid of snakes. They often drew pictures of snakes to give her as presents. She was probably tempted to turn off all the lights during the next thunderstorm as revenge. Take that, you little imps! But her warm smile never faltered—except when she exaggerated her fearful response to their gifts.

According to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, 5th edition (DSM-5), there are five general categories of phobias*:

• fears related to animals (spiders, dogs, insects, snakes)
• fears related to the natural environment (heights, thunder, darkness)
• fears related to blood, injury, or medical issues (injections, broken bones, falls)
• fears related to specific situations (flying, riding an elevator, driving)
• other (fear of choking, loud noises, drowning)

(*Healthline.com)

See? I’m not so special after all. There are enough fearful people in the world to warrant a list!

The question is, why do we have irrational fears at all? When we compare the size of a human adult to a spider, an insect, or a garter snake, we recognize that the human’s chances of winning a fight are high (except where poison or a weak heart are involved).

A Promise of Freedom from Fear

None of these fears are insurmountable when we trust in God’s promises. Our Father sits in His lifeguard station, watching everything, listening for cries for help from His children. King David admits to asking for assistance in Psalm 34:4:

What does that kind of freedom look like? At our request, He lifts the weight of our worry and anxiety and fills us with His peace. But, as long as we continue facing the scary ocean alone, claiming to be good swimmers in the stormy waves, our chances increase that a riptide will pull us under or a shark will attack. While our Lifeguard is there to protect us, He’s not going to run into the water to save us unless we call out to say we’re in trouble—that we need Him.

Jesus gives that invitation in the New Testament too. He promises freedom for His followers.

He offers freedom, comfort, hope, and strength. We just have to believe it and receive it. I once noticed a wall plaque that caught my attention:

Worry is a conversation you have with yourself about things you cannot change. Prayer is a conversation you have with God about things He can change.

(Author unknown)

When we voice a prayer for freedom from fears and phobias, we trust He will take care of all the “things” that scare us. He says to his children:

The writer of Ecclesiastes also gives us the following sound advice:

How do we “enjoy” our life when we live in fear? We can’t. We have to learn to trust God and believe:

He’s. Got. This.

What are you afraid of? Do you have any secret (or well-known) phobias? Have you tried releasing them to God and allowing Him to fill you with peace instead?

We have a nasty habit of falling back on our self-reliance when things are going well, and we reclaim our baggage from God. What we need to do, is give our anxieties to Him and leave them with Him. Determine to do that with your fears today.

I am placing my fear of snakes in His hands—I will walk that same snake-friendly trail another day. I gave Him my fear of heights when we moved into our 21st-floor condo, and I have many photos of vacations where I faced my fear of water to go snorkeling. I’m determined to enjoy my life, and when my heart begins to race again from an old fear, I’ll repeat these three words again:

He’s. Got. This.

Dear Father, not only are You bigger than my phobias, You are greater than any fears I could face. I put my trust in You and trade my fear for courage. In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe. (Psalm 4:8)

Thank You for loving me and protecting me.

Amen.

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God Did Not Create Furries

Five-year-old Olivia, dressed in stylish capris and a frilly maiden blouse, roars at her classmate as he runs past. Olivia makes an impressive dragon when she plays in the Kindergarten yard. One can almost see the leathery wings on her back. Yet, when she returns to the classroom, she can tuck those wings away and speak her first language (English) to her teacher.

Liam is a White Tiger. His fingers are curled, talons out when he approaches me. His face is scrunched, forehead wrinkled, nostrils flared, and he, too, communicates with a terrifying roar. He bounds through the jungle on four legs, claiming the territory as his own. When I call for him to line up at the end of our playtime, he adjusts quickly to his upright two-legged walking position and follows the line inside. Human speech is restored, and the tiger persona is left in the sandbox.

During indoor playtime, dog and cat play is a common theme. These characters appear every year with each new group of Kindergarten students. We have no reason to discourage their imaginative play, except when they create a leash around Puppy’s neck with our plastic chains—safe play is a priority. Again, when Clean-Up Time begins, the children transform back into humans and help tidy the room.

As teachers, we encourage imaginative play. We help them tape their paper tails to their backsides or their wings to their shoulder blades. The ability to put themselves in the body of an animal, a fairy, or a superhero demonstrates healthy brain development. Being able to return to their human bodies when playtime is over is assumed natural behavior. Imagine the challenge of meeting the needs of the dragon, tiger, cat, dog, fairy, mermaid, unicorn, and Spiderman as I try to teach them more human skills. Each would have unique challenges holding a pencil to draw or write or learning a new language!

Let’s go there for a magic minute. If Noah comes to school believing he is a dog, I might have to give him doggy treats for good behavior and provide a fire hydrant for his washroom needs (hoping he will do number TWO at home). For Maya, the cat, I may have to install a scratching post in the corner and add a box of kitty litter in the washroom (again, really hoping the bowel movements are done outside of school hours). Ryan, the fish, will need his desk to sit in a swimming pool. I will have to keep the cat out of the fish’s space and keep an eye on the dog when he’s near the cat. And I may have to research what dragons require… If this were to happen, I would self-identify as a river boulder and sit at the back of the room all day, watching my little creatures do their thing!

As farfetched as this may sound, this may not be so distant from our school’s doorstep. A teacher from one of our Canadian provinces recently introduced me to the newest self-identification category: FURRIES.

A child wakes up one day and decides she does not feel human. She believes she exhibits many behaviors that are more feline in nature. Therefore, she must be a cat! She begins crawling around the house on all fours, even though she has walked upright for years. She responds to her family with meows and purrs, leaving her ability to communicate in the side of her brain she’s now refusing to use. While potty-trained at two, she now begins to pee and poop on the floor. She licks her arms and claws at the furniture. Attempts to discipline her result in long scratches on her parents’ arms.

What can they do but agree that she must be a cat? They introduce a litter box to their home and suggest that her school do the same. And, in the vein of meeting everyone’s needs, the school purchases a litter box for the nongender washroom. Her teachers provide time for catnaps and try their best to interpret her meows.

If you’ve not heard of this before, your mouth is likely hanging open and your eyes, widening. This is happening in our world. Children are self-identifying as animals, and, as we scramble to accommodate them, we have labeled them “Furries.” I am not commenting on gender self-identification and the accompanying pronouns which our society works to normalize, but, you have to agree, Furries should not be a thing. My word processor underlines the word in red because it is not found in the software’s dictionary.

Let’s go back to the beginning. The first chapter of Genesis recounts that God created the heavens and the earth. There wasn’t much around before that: merely darkness and deep waters (verse 2). Skipping ahead to the fifth day of creation, God made sea creatures and birds (20-22), followed by the sixth day when He created every kind of animal (24-25). But after the animals, He created humans “in His own image” (27). God then gave these humans the authority to reign over His other creations: the fish, the birds, and all the animals (28). God did NOT create Furries.

So, why do we have litter boxes in some of our modern, “progressive” schools? How far do we go to avoid being accused of discrimination?

As adults, we should be able to explain to a young child that unless one or both of her parents were animals, she cannot possibly be an animal. Case closed. You can pretend to be a cat all day on the weekend at home, but when you go out in public, the expectation is that you behave like a human. Because you are human.

Our society needs prayer.

Jeremiah 17:9 says:

The human heart is the most deceitful of all things, and desperately wicked. Who really knows how bad it is?

Yet, it’s not the child’s heart that I pray for. When young, immature children make life-changing decisions such as identifying as an animal, the responsibility for discouraging or enabling this train of thought lies with the adults in their lives.

Let’s pray for parents. Let’s pray for leaders in our churches and in our governments. Let’s pray for our children.

Let’s pray.

What would you do if your child told you he was self-identifying as an animal? How would you respond if a friend shared that their son or daughter has become a furry?

Are there other things going on around us that make you shake your head in wonder? As you think about them, pray for the people involved. Every individual on our planet is a soul loved by God.

Our society needs your prayers.

Father, sometimes the state of people’s hearts and their resulting behavior must remind You of the individuals in the days of Noah or those from the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah before You destroyed them. I pray for our leaders that they might wake up and see how far our society has drifted from God. Draw them into Your loving embrace, and show them Your mercy. Give the adults who hold earthy power WISDOM that they might make decisions based on Your Word.
I pray that the men and women in my country will recognize that the answer to their worries and pain cannot be found outside of You. Bring them into Your embrace. You are a God of miracles. Turn our society around, one heart at a time.
Thank You for Your love and grace.
Amen.


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Courageous Choices

Big clumps of hair fell from my head to the floor. It was too late to turn back now.

I’d been thinking of making a dramatic change to my hairstyle for two weeks before my appointment. After recent travel to hot, humid places with ocean breezes and a spring heatwave of our own, I’d become increasingly frustrated with my fine, limp hair. The two best options for such conditions seem to be longer hair swooped back into a ponytail or a short sassy style that just doesn’t care. Not only does my hair grow at the speed of molasses flowing uphill, my ponytails always require bobby pins to tuck in the shorter, broken hair on the sides and top. So, I considered option two and did some Google image research.

Of course, the hairstyles I liked the most were attached to the heads of gorgeous models much younger than myself, and I’d like to think they were Photoshopped just a bit. Could I pull that off? Was my hairdresser experienced enough to produce a similar look? I downloaded a couple apps on my phone which claimed to add a variety of hairstyles to a photo of my face: a great idea but a waste of time. I’m sure good ones have been created, but I failed to find one.

Allowing my stylist to use the scissors on my hair with such gusto took courage. I had to take a leap of faith that this would look okay. But there was no guarantee that it would. I was taking a risk with my appearance that involved trusting someone to give me a haircut that I could live with. If it didn’t work out, at least I had a healthy hat collection.

The good news is that I’ve had my new hairstyle for four days and I think I like it. Short hair is easier to manage, and it feels light and airy. Freedom was a byproduct of this choice. The wind will never blow hair into my face again, and the time it takes to get ready for work has decreased. I feel free from the shackles of trying to tame my hair since this style looks better messed up. Post-haircut, I am happy that I went through with my plan.

In the grand scheme of things, haircuts are not the most significant of our life choices. Hair grows (some faster than others!) and can be spruced up with accessories or color changes, or it can be covered with a hat. I did not feel the need to pray about this decision, to ask God’s will for my hair. But there are many crossroads in our lives where one path seems riskier than the other, decisions that require courage and trust. Those are the moments as we weigh the pros and cons where we stop to pray. According to Jeremiah 29:11, God has a plan for each of us.

If I’m going to trust anyone to plan my life, it would be my Heavenly Father. Unlike me, He knows what the future will bring and how to prepare me for it.

Isn’t it fantastic that the Master Creator who placed the stars in the sky loves us and cares about every aspect of our lives? I quote this verse often on Val’s Stage because it’s one of my favorite promises:

When we know He has a plan and purpose for us, it is easier to trust God and surrender our will to Him. When we stand at that fork in the road, He will show us which choice to make—if we ask Him to. That requires courage and trust, and it also brings freedom. Allowing God to lead us takes the pressure off us for making the wrong choice. Instead, we move forward in faith that our Father knows best, and He will work things out according to His plan.

Have you surrendered your life to God? Facing all life’s choices without Him is risky. You can’t see the future. You don’t know what lies at the end of each path. How do you know which one to take?

God loves you, and He wants to lead you according to His plan. If you haven’t accepted Him into your heart, He waits for your invitation to have a personal relationship with Him. Revelation 3:20 assures us of this.

Why would you ever want to do life alone? Unlike a hairstyle choice, this is one decision you will never regret making.

Father, thank You for all of the blessings You have given me. Thank You for loving me enough to have a good plan for my life. I surrender my will to You and give You control. When I face decisions, show me which path You want me to take and help me follow it in obedience, trusting that You know what is best for me. Forgive me for the times I’ve forged ahead and left You out of decisions. Cleanse my heart as I repent of my sins and make space for You. I choose You, acknowledging that Your way is better than mine. Amen.

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Zuleika, the Temptress

I stared at the cloak in my hand, the male scent of its owner still fresh in its weave, and I trembled with the myriad of emotions roiling through my body. Remembering the nosy servants, I straightened my back and pulled my own robe tighter over my chest.

The desire of my flesh had fled while I held fast to his garments. Who was he to say no to me? He is a servant in our house, an Israelite. My husband had given him all of his authoritative power and confidence. Where would he be without Potiphar’s love and trust? Nowhere. He’d be a servant in someone else’s house, tempting someone else’s wife.

Potiphar never stopped talking about Joseph, how efficient and organized he was. He hadn’t been with us long before my husband turned over the reins of his business to the man. Joseph had a lucky aura about him that made people trip over themselves to elevate his status, to reward his loyalty. Maybe it was his Hebrew God blessing him, as he constantly claimed.

Having so much responsibility in our household, Joseph was always on our doorstep. He had almost become part of the family. But his good looks, his charm, and his intelligent mind outshone those of other family members, including my husband’s. Lately, every time that man walked into our house, I desired to be closer to him. I wondered what it would be like to be held in his strong arms.

Today, I finally gave into my urges, using my authority as his master’s wife to invite Joseph into my bedroom and into my heart. But his loyalty, one of his most attractive features, betrayed me. He cited his allegiance to both my husband and his God as reasons for his rejection, pulling away from my touch and breaking my heart.

The hurt had quickly turned to anger. How dare he insult me this way? I am an attractive woman. I wield power over the running of our household. I am ultimately responsible for Potiphar’s success as captain of the king’s guard. Behind every successful man is a strong, supportive woman. I could have been that support system for Joseph too. We would have made quite a team. But no. Joseph thought himself too good for me. Well, he would pay for this humiliation.

I held my breath and strained to listen to the voice in the next room. I’m sure it was my name on their lips, followed by laughter.

“Poor Zuleika, indeed!” was the response. “She ripped his cloak right off his body, and he still ran away!”

The giggles identified the women as some of our young servants. Their disrespect would be dealt with in time.

But my burning face was his fault, not theirs. Joseph would fall for this. Not only was Potiphar captain of the king’s guard, he was also chief executioner. Joseph humiliated the wrong man’s wife.

I called the silly girls into my room and threatened their heads if they didn’t collaborate my story. Then I began to scream. My performance was so convincing that even my two knowing handmaids looked concerned.

By the time the first of our male servants ran into the room, I had tears streaming down my face, adding to the scene.

I held the cloak up high, evidence of foul play. “Look! My husband gave this Hebrew slave all the power, and this is how he thanks us? He came in here to rape me! After I screamed in fear, he ran, leaving his cloak here.”

When I saw doubt cross the first man’s face, I hissed, “There will be a job opening when he’s gone! He must pay for this betrayal.”

The servants gathered around me then and tended to me appropriately. They could do nothing for my bruised ego, however.

When my husband arrived home, I blurted out the story with similar dramatic conviction. His response, on the surface to those watching, looked genuine. He raged and vowed that Joseph would pay dearly for this disloyalty. But I could see the hurt behind his eyes, the suspicion that all was not what it seemed. He knew Joseph well, and he also knew me.

“What have you done?” he hissed when no one was in earshot.

As such, Joseph ended up in prison, and I ended up with an angry husband. There were no winners in this situation.


Aw, but there was a winner! Joseph, the hero of this story, became the world’s most powerful prisoner and later ended up in the palace as the king’s righthand man.

God rewarded Joseph for resisting temptation and remaining faithful to Him. If Zuleika (who is not identified by name in the Bible but in the Koran) was truly trying to seduce Joseph, the scene would likely include sights and actions more lewd than I described here. Sexual temptation can be challenging for any heterosexual male.

However, God promises that we will never be tempted beyond what we can bear. But our hearts have to be committed to the Father, like Joseph’s. 1 Corinthians 10:13 explains:

There’s a lot of evil in the world, and there are many temptations. Satan knows which ones are the hardest for us to resist, and those are the ones he’ll throw at us.

The Lord’s Prayer includes the line “lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” While God never tempts us to sin, sometimes He allows us to be tested. But the verses above assure us that, with His strength, we can persevere and overcome such trials without giving in to temptations.

James suggests that we should be grateful for such tests and trials:

If you read the story of Joseph, you realize that he had a lot of growing to do before he reached spiritual maturity. That should give us hope that we will get there too!

Do you ever feel like the situations you face and their invitations to sin are beyond your capability? They may be beyond YOUR capability but not God’s. Put on the armor of God and team up with Him. That’s a force to be reckoned with!

If Joseph could run from temptation, you can do it too.

Father, I pray for Your strength and wisdom. Help me to recognize Satan’s temptations and to resist them. As I spend time with You and claim the promises in Your Word, my capacity to fight off the devil and his tactics grows. Thank You for loving me and watching over me. You are my refuge and strength. Amen.


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DON’T GO TO CHURCH To Get Comfort & Hope

The music is too loud. The flashing lights hurt your eyes. The person sitting behind you can’t sing but doesn’t seem to realize it. The people on the platform dress like they’re at a barn-raising, including the preacher. You happen to know that the lady sitting in front of you lives with her boyfriend, and the greeter goes to his car for a smoke halfway through the service. I hate to break it to you, but going to church is not the solution to your heart’s longing for something spiritually fulfilling.

As a former pastor’s daughter who went to church at least six times per week, I can honestly tell you that the act of regular attendance is not going to fill that emptiness or give you hope for the future. But I’d like to share what can. I’ll swing back to the benefits of going to church afterward.

Let’s start at the beginning—the very beginning. God created humans in His image. We were meant to talk to God regularly and enjoy a personal relationship with Him. Adam and Eve’s paradise was not only a description of the garden where they lived. They literally walked and talked with God.

The story of God’s love for us is found in the Bible, a book that has lasted for thousands of years that many like to call God’s Word. It wasn’t long after God made those first humans that they gave into temptation and disobeyed Him, creating distance between man and God. There’s nothing like lying and cheating to cause strain on a relationship.

When we don’t make space for God in our lives, we sometimes feel an emptiness or a void (as Adam and Eve must have felt immediately). We might question the purpose of life or focus on all the bad things around us that cause us anxiety or pain. We were never meant to face those things alone, my friend. The One who formed you in your mother’s womb wants to give you strength, comfort, and hope.

Later, humans separated themselves from God so far that He could only find one family that still revered Him. The Creator decided to destroy everything and start over with Noah and his loved ones. But even then, God had a plan to create a way for us to find that intimacy with Him that Adam and Eve experienced. He wanted to set up the lineage in which He would insert His Son. Because God’s plan involved sending Jesus to be born and grow up as a human, to show the rest of us earth-walkers what God’s love looks like and sounds like. The plan also involved His death—an unjust, dishonorable execution.

The only perfect human to ever walk this earth knew His Father’s agenda. Jesus lived a life of love and servanthood, and then He bore the punishment for all of us for allowing sin to separate us from God.

The resurrection of Jesus showed the world that He was not merely a human but the Son of God. The Father’s plan was complete, and He called it salvation.

Salvation is the key that unlocks comfort and hope because this free gift is an intimate relationship with God. When we accept His plan, we invite Him into our hearts and ask Him to reign there. We submit our lives to Him, recognizing that He is the Almighty God and rejoicing that He still sees each of us and loves us no matter what we did in the past.

It is from that moment of salvation that praying, reading the Bible, and, yes, going to church become ways to strengthen our relationship with God. We talk to Him, get to know Him by reading about Him and hang out with others who have similarly met Him. When we go to church as “believers,” our purpose isn’t to look around and nitpick about the music, the dress, or the sinful nature of other attendees. We join together with people who also need His daily grace and mercy to worship Him in song and listen to theologically-educated people share from His Word. Going to church each Sunday helps us grow in our walk with Jesus.

Without a heart change, however, going through the rituals of religion will not save us. It will not bring us comfort and hope. Only God can do that.

Have you invited God into your heart to be LORD over your life? How could that simple receiving of salvation change the way you live? Could you use more love? A caring Heavenly Father? Comfort when your heart is breaking? Hope for an eternity with Him?

What’s the downside? Don’t look for the Church to fulfill you. Look to God.

God, I need You in my life. I’ve tried to do it on my own but it’s just not working. Forgive me for thinking I knew better than the One who made me. Thank You for loving me enough to offer the gift of salvation and the promise of comfort and hope. Cleanse my heart from sin, and help me to grow and become more like You. Amen.

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