The three blue Mason jars waited in a cardboard box in my basement for nearly five years.
Spiders had their heyday with them, but I wouldn’t touch them.
Never mind the fact that I had a small collection of antique Mason jars and longed to bring the three up from the basement and display them with my others.
There was something about those jars that made me want to hide them away. Because I knew that if I took them out, I’d be overcome with guilt.
No, I couldn’t get the jars out. Couldn’t enjoy their sturdy, rounded shoulders, their clear sky coloring, their block “PERFECT MASON” lettering. You see, I wasn’t sure if the jars were really mine and every time I thought of them, my conscience was pricked.
The last house we lived in we rented and towering shelves of canning jars new and old were in the garage. I was new to the whole farming thing, but 29 acres and a plowed vegetable garden were pretty strong indications that I start.
And so I did. My first year was an absolute ...
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Who is God ... to you?
God is not a mean old ogre waiting to squash us for our mistakes. In fact, he’s more than willing to take on the burdens of our sin, if only we’d give them to him.
It was the middle of church and my daughter whispered to me that she was hot and needed a hairband.
Pulling out my purse, I started to rummage through when a strange glint of metal caught my eye. It was foil-like with jagged edges and there were lots and lots of them at the bottom of my bag.
What in the world?
Digging more, I noticed that the shiny foil wrapper of my protein bar had been torn into. I liked to carry protein bars in my purse for hunger emergencies, but this one not only had a shredded wrapper – it looked like it had been … gnawed.
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"Who is God?" Someone who wants us free of our "secret" sin.
Tipped off the wooden bat, the screaming fastball slammed into the backstop making most of us on the bleachers flinch.
Looking around, I saw the man behind me shaking his head.
He had the same knee-jerk reaction as I did.
“If that fence hadn’t of been there,” I said jokingly, “one of us would be missing a tooth.” My daughter, feeling a little shaken, chimed in, “Yeah, or missing a head.”
It was the violent impact of the crashing ball against the fencing that got me thinking about God and his protection around us. But, what if we’ve got a hole in our fence caused by sin or unbelief?
Could there be a rusty spot that’s corroded through, a rickety post that’s crumbling or an electric wire that’s down?
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There was a puddle on our basement floor that just wouldn’t go away.
For weeks we let it lay there, not knowing its source. But the mystery was beginning to get to us.
We knew we had to call a plumber, but the busyness of life kept it on the back burner...
There came a day, however, when the water began to seep into the bricks around our basement fireplace, and we knew we had a problem. The plumber came quickly then, and I knew it was going to be a big deal when he called me down to the basement, saying, “I want you to see this…”
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