A Basket of Fruit

It was my observation in Galatians 5:22–23, Paul points us to help, he says — But the fruit of the Spirit is…  What follows that initial statement are nine characteristics of the Holy Spirit’s work in the life of a believer. The nine characteristics are part of a unified package. A believer does not have some and not others, though their relative strength may vary based upon our yielding to the Holy Spirit. What is the package of fruit comprised of?

Love is poured into our hearts (Romans 5:5). The Greek word is agape. This is a responsive love that evokes in us a love for God and a desire to please Him, guard our family, help our neighbor – always putting their needs in front of our needs (Galatians 5:13). Worship, serious surrender, and obedience are the core of pleasing Him. I think that the other eight fruits are focused expressions of agape.

Joy emerges from of God’s mercy and kindness to us. It cements an anchor in our life that keeps us from being swayed by the winds of change and trouble. We rise above drama, hard times, and circumstances that stand in front of us beckoning our attention. Unlike happiness, its ‘wanna be’ equivalent from human logic, joy does not depend on favorable circumstances. Joy just is.

Peace is resting on the one true living God’s lap, not just the absence of combat. Tranquility abounds in our heart, even if we are standing in a Hurricane, pushed to our limits to stand tall. The firm grounding, no matter the situation is rooted in God’s power, mercy, and the absolute iron clad awareness he will keep his word. He is the center post of peace. We are blessed to be sheltered by his peace.

Patience comes when we can see life through God’s eye. His eye sees beyond the ‘here and now’, to the cause and effects of actions (or reactions). Patient people are not easily offended or riled by drama or circumstances. They see God in everything, action, reaction. Kindness is our response to everything. We love the unlovable and treat them with kindness no matter what drama they bring to our life. Kindness is persistent, it resists harshness and unpleasant behavior by seeing God in the moment.

Goodness helps form the outcome from cumulated effort of joy, peace, patience, and kindness. Goodness in our actions is an expression of moral excellence. We do things with no expectation of any return. Faithfulness is all about being a person who can be trusted. We stand on the truth, speak the truth, defend the truth. We are dependable, reliable, and live a quiet life. Gentleness is not the absence of strength, it is not arrogance, it is not bullying, it is measured, controlled actions to achieve desired outcomes; it is considerate and measured in when enthralled in drama.

Self-control speaks to both the mind and the body. It centers observing, assessing, and thinking first and then doing second. It applies to all things we think, speak, and do. It represents exercising control over our passions – no matter what they may be.

Oh my. That is a very tall list of behavioral management tools. Who can do this? How? The answer is – more of God less of us. The more we give the Holy Spirit control, the easier it becomes for God to work his gentle control in our life. To be sure, we need to want the Fruit. But we have the helper, the Spirit of God to bring the fruit to the foreground of our daily thoughts, speech, and actions.

The fruit is a spiritual event, it happens over and over, every day of our life; it grows gently in our heart, maturing over time. The fruit has both a personal impact and a community impact. God brings these tools into the community life so we can find ways to get along, no matter what is happening around us.

I choose Jesus.

O Gladsome Light

1. O gladsome light, O grace
Of God the Father’s face,
Th’ eternal splendor wearing,
Celestial, holy, blest,
Our Savior, Jesus Christ,
Joyful in thine appearing:

2. Now ere day fadeth quite,
We see the evening light,
Our wonted hymn outpouring;
Father of might unknown,
Thee, his incarnate Son,
And Holy Spir’t adoring.

3. To thee of right belongs
All praise of holy songs,
O Son of God, Life-giver.
Thee therefore, O most high,
The world doth glorify,
And shall exalt forever.

Hollywood and the Fever

I looked across the trail, about 25 feet away and there she was, rested on her beautiful tan pony. She was smiling, wondering when I was going to catch up, so we could ride together over the ridge. We have been moving through the Black Hills most of the day. And so, we were near the Cheyenne River, at the south end of the Black Hills. Moving a little bit north and a little bit west towards the Wyoming border.

Watching the clouds dance over the horizon, Miss Tillie asked – Hollywood, are you enjoying the view on the Cheyenne River Valley?

Hollywood replied – Oh yes, as he was looking at her…

As they roamed, every once in a while, they could hear the cry of an eagle, telling Miss Tillie all about dinner, scurrying to safety. That eagle was deciding if she was going to bring dinner home to her kids or let that little creature move on for another day. Sometimes, the shadow of that eagle would get really, really close to dinner, but then that dinner would bolt to the left or bolt to the right and slip away from the eagle. We would watch and just smile; then the Eagle would move on. There is always another rabbit in the foothills.

Miss Tillie and I kept riding and just enjoying ourselves, talking about life, talking about things that had happened in her classroom, and talking about all manner of stuff around the ranch. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little bit of smoke. I did not remember a cabin out in this area. Maybe we had better go over and take a look and see what that’s smoke is all about. So, Miss Tillie and I nudged our horses towards the smoke. It took us a while to get there. We were a fair distance away from the smoke.

As we got closer, I wondered what we were going to encounter. I reached down to my side and made sure I had my 45 unstrapped. I felt my back to be sure I had ammunition in my belt from the last time. I glanced at the side of my horse and saw my 30-30 Winchester; I unstrapped the rifle. Quietly, I checked Miss Tillie’s horse and saw that she also was carrying her 30-30. I did not say much, but I felt comfortable — we were fine and in a good position to defend ourselves if needed.

We drifted towards the smoke, looking, and wondering. As we got closer, I realized it was a campfire. And it was not any normal campfire, it was exceptionally large so that it could be easily seen in the daytime. I knew people did not do this sort of thing without reason. It is not wise to bring attention to yourself when you are out in the wild. So, we inched closer – I felt no immediate danger. However, at this point, I suggested to Miss Tillie we should both check and be sure that our 30-30’s were loaded. I was not expecting trouble, but just in case trouble was looking for us, I did not want us to be unprepared.

Finally, we got close to the fire and I could see there was a family there, but they were not moving. The man looked and waved his hand as if he wanted to get my attention.

So, we rode closer and I called out — your fire is exceptionally large. Do you need help??

The man said — Yes, we are extremely sick. All of us have something wrong. We do not know what it is. None of us can move far safely, so all I could do was gather wood, build a fire, and hope somebody saw the fire. God sent you to us. We are incredibly grateful that you came by. We need a doctor. We need help.

No one else in the family could even speak. Miss Tillie hopped off her horse and immediately checked the children. And she looked at me and I saw the look in her eyes. She knew these children were extremely ill. She said they have a temperature, their color is not right, and they have no energy whatsoever. This is serious, whatever it is.

So, I looked at the man and I said — we are going for help. We are going to leave water with you. We will leave our blankets. Do you have a weapon?

The man said – no I do not.

I Said — I will leave you my 30-30, do you know how to use it?

The man said – yes, I do.

I Said — OK. Do you have a lot of firewood??

The man said — I think so.

I looked at his wood pile and I said — Is that all you have?

The man said — No, there is more behind that tree.

I told him – I will move the firewood close to him so he could feed that fire into the evening. We might not get back before the sun goes down and need to keep that fire going so, we can find you. Plus, the fire will help to reduce problems with wolves.  We are going to get help. Our horses are swift. We have not been riding them hard. We can move. We promise to return.

Miss Tillie looked as the mom moved her hand ever so slightly. The Mom tried to smile and she mouthed the words thank you.

Miss Tillie said — maybe I need to stay with them.

I looked at her and said – No. You need to ride with me. If something happens when we are riding, one of us can still get through to the Doc.

Miss Tillie said — OK, I understand.

We turned our horses, planned the best route to travel, and off we went. We started pushing our horses to get to where we needed to be. I was sure we had about 30 miles, maybe 35 miles to cover immediately.

I knew it would not be very safe at night if that fire burned down. We started riding, hats pulled tight, focused on the destination. We watched where we were going. We made sure that the horses were taking the safest route possible, but the most direct route. It was as if we were racing. First, I was up front, then Miss Tillie was up front, then I was up front, but we were determined to get to where we needed to be. We were riding for somebody’s life.

Finally, we got to the town, we found the Doc just as he was locking up his office. We told him what we had seen, asked him if he could ride. He did not have a riding pony. I went and rented a pony for him and put him on the horse. I rented two more fresh ponies for me and Miss Tillie. We picked up medical supplies, warm blankets, food, everything we thought this family might need.

We headed back with the Doc as the sun dropped low, it was getting hard to find our way, but fortunately we had left some markers on the trail. We looked for our markers and we kept pushing ahead hoping that he kept that fire alive. Eventually, as the wind died down, we could smell the smoke. We knew that we were close, we kept riding, then, we could see them. We could see the fire, but it seemed so far away. We kept riding.

The Doc turned out to be a good rider, he kept up with us. Finally, we got back to their camp. The Doc looked them over and started pulling things out of his black bag to help them. He pulled out some medicine. He gave each of them a shot, and he settled down and he said — I think I will spend the night here with you guys. I will make sure they are OK before I leave.

So, I asked him — what is wrong with them?

Doc said — they have a strong fever and Pneumonia. But you found me in time and we can help them recover.

Miss Tillie and I started praying for them and we just stayed in prayer even as we helped keep them comfortable. A couple of days later, they started moving around a little bit. They started healing up. The doc had left medicine with us to give to them. We kept giving them the medicine. We just stayed with them. We made broth to help them get stronger.

Miss Tillie showed me a song that she had written while looking after the family. This is what it said —

I remember a time of deep trouble, on the bank of the Cheyenne Creek,

Found a family down with fever, so sick they could not speak.

We headed out for the Doctor; I knew you would not let me fail,

We swam the wild Cheyenne, we pushed hard on the ole trail.

We pushed across the prairie, racing the antelope in play,

The smell of rain in the air, thunder chasing us all the way,

Found the doctor in our town got him on a horse in time.

We rode back to the family, because of You, God, they were fine.

And gradually, bit by bit, this family came back alive. It was a remarkable thing to watch. Eventually we looked over the area and found their horses grazing a few miles upstream. This family was fortunate that God had kept the horses near. Eventually we got them back on their horses and got them on their way. We followed them for a long time till they were safe in the village with the doctor. And then we headed back to our house. We stayed in contact with that family for years. The oldest daughter became a schoolteacher.

Luke 10:30-37 — Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two denariiand gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’  Jesus asked, “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”  The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

Please note: In 1956 a cowboy poet, Jim Jennings, published a short book about his experience working at ‘dude’ ranches in the west. My Great grandmother, Goldie Livingston, obtained a first edition copy of Jim’s self-published book in the fall of 1956. The poetry in this story is adapted from Jim’s book.

Captured By Him

It has been my observation while reading Romans that we were captured by the reconciling death of Jesus while we were still sinners (Romans 5:6–10). We were captured by God’s sovereign election before the earth was framed (Ephesians 1:4). We were captured by the indwelling, sealing work of the Holy Spirit (Ephesians 1:13). We were captured through his predestination to be adopted (Ephesians 1:5). We were captured by regeneration and focused calling (1 Corinthians 1:24).

Romans 5:1-6 says   Since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us. … at just the right time, … Christ died for the ungodly (NIV)

When I read this section of Romans, I smiled because of the hope derived by the Glory of God. The faith I carry, a small seed of hope in God’s Glory is given to me, creates peace within me, sustains me through the troubles and suffering, and enhances the pleasures associated with walking in the shade of Jesus. Please do not mis-understand, I am not claiming to have a close walk, I am simply aware of the grace and the peace granted to me from the works of Jesus. We run together to obtain the prize, already gifted to us, just waiting on the shelf for our benefit when we graduate to Heaven. We were not redeemed to sit in the stands and watch the racers, we were redeemed to participate. When we were powerless to redeem ourselves, Jesus stepped in and addressed the problem. So, we are not redeemed to sit in the stands nor sit on the side of a pool with our feet and ankles cooling in the water. We were redeemed to engage. We were bought with a price. We are here to bring Jesus to the forefront.

Romans 5:7-11 says — Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God’s wrath through him! For if, while we were God’s enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life! Not only is this so, but we also boast in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation (NIV).

Jesus is the author of my faith. As the author of my life, he created the book before I existed. But I was unaware of the book. I did not even know that the author of the book (Jesus) had me in mind before my faith was present in my heart. I was not inclined towards the things of God. Then, I found myself standing in front of the one true living God. I do not believe for a second, I could have visualized how things would work out. I think, if I knew how my life was going to progress before I got started, I might have turned away out of fear. But I did not know. Then, in His time, I was equipped for my tasks by Jesus – he became the author of my story. I had nothing to do with the plan, but I did have plenty to do with the deviations from the plan. Thank God he has a long arm and a very persistent affection, he chased me and nudged me back on the path over and over.

For I was “born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God” (John 1:13). I found peace and security in the immense truth of God. Selah. The less I struggle, the better life gets.

I choose Jesus.

Making Good Choices

CS Lewis created a small work titled “Meditation in a Toolshed.” He took a look at the ability of people to assess meaning from the outside of things. I felt his message was useful for our discussion on the merits of Meditation.  Other than the final paragraph, this essay is a long quote from CS Lewis.

Lewis said — I was standing today in a dark toolshed. The sun was shining outside and through the crack at the top of the door there came a sunbeam. From where I stood, that beam of light, with the specks of dust floating in it, was the most striking thing in the place. Everything else was almost pitch black. I was seeing the beam, not seeing things by it.

Then I moved, so that the beam fell on my eyes. Instantly the whole previous picture vanished. I saw no toolshed, and (above all) no beam. Instead, I saw, framed in the irregular cranny at the top of the door, green leaves moving on the branches of a tree outside and beyond that, 90 odd million miles away, the sun. Looking inside the beam and looking at the beam are quite different experiences. But this is only a remarkably simple example of the difference between looking [inside something] and looking at [something].

A young man meets a girl. The whole world looks different when he sees her. Her voice reminds him of something he has been trying to remember all his life, and ten minutes of casual chat with her is more precious than all the favors that all other women in the world could grant. He is, as they say, “in love”. Now comes a scientist and describes this young man’s experience from the outside. For him it is all an affair of the young man’s genes and a recognized biological stimulus. That is the difference between looking [inside] the sexual impulse and looking at it [from a distance].

[This distinction] raises a question. You get one experience of a thing when you look [inside] it and another when you look at it [from the outside]. Which is the ‘true’ … experience? Which tells you most about the thing? … It has been assumed [by progressives] … that if you want the true account of religion you must go, not to religious people, but to anthropologists; that if you want the true account of sexual love you must go, not to lovers, but to psychologists; that if you want to understand some ‘ideology’ (such as medieval chivalry … ), you must listen not to those who lived inside it, but to sociologists.

There [is a] fatal objection to discounting [the participants view]. … You discount the person’s ability … to think accurately. A physiologist, for example, can study pain and find out that it ‘is’ (whatever ‘is’ means) such-and-such neural events. But the word pain would have no meaning … unless he had ‘been inside’ by actually suffering. If he had never [suffered], he simply would not know what he was looking at.

The very subject for his inquiries from outside exists for him only because he has, at least once, been inside. This case is not likely to occur, because every man has felt pain. But it is perfectly easy to go on all your life-giving explanations of religion, love, morality, honor, and the like, without having been inside any of them.

The answer is that we must never allow the [degradation] to begin. … The inside vision … must be truer than the outside vision which sees only movements of the grey matter; for if the outside vision were the correct one, all thought (including this thought — itself) would be valueless. As you might guess, this is self-contradictory thinking. Thinking in a circle.

I presented this notion of inside looking vs outside looking with the belief it could influence our decision to dig deep into scripture through meditation (intensive study) vs casual reading of scripture (as if we are reading the news). Meeting God face to face is far better than sipping lemonade on the sidelines. Reading is the right place to start. But eventually, we can benefit from meditation on scripture.

I choose Jesus.