Loneliness the Silent Battlefield -by Lois Macdonald

Loneliness glanced through her wardrobe, then tugged an oversized outfit from its obsolete wire hanger. She purposely ignored anything resembling chic, for after an exhausting night of tossing and turning, the hypocrisy of pretending “all-is-well” was more than she could bear. Despite being the undefeated champion of this charade, for none of her friends were the wiser, today she refused to play. Aloneness tightened its grip and distorted her thoughts even further, as she tried to resist its presence, and regain some resemblance to her former self. That courageous woman who had stood on mountaintops shouting, “here I am Lord, ready to be Your Vessel.” This morning, her voice barely rose above a faint squeak. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” [Ps. 22:1], she cried from the lifeless shadows that had engulfed her. This rapidly spreading epidemic will reach into every household at least once. It robs our teenagers of the joy they should be experiencing in their youth. Replacing confidence with feelings of isolation, being unwanted, unworthy, not likable or far worse, unloveable. Sadly, most victims of loneliness, are too embarrassed to seek help.

Scripture warns us to test the different spirits that we will encounter so that we will know if they are from God or from Satan. “Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are of God “…. every spirit which does not confess Jesus is not of God. This is the spirit of the antichrist…” 1 John 4:1-3. Satan’s goal in this world is to separate us from our Father. His weapon of choice is the telling of lies. Lies that keep us isolated, vulnerable and feeling alone.

The remedy for loneliness. Test the spirits that prevent us from being all that God designed us to be. Then empowered with His Holy Spirit, we can defeat any enemy, on any battlefield. So my friends,“Be strong and courageous. Do not fear them or be terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you or forsake you.” Duet. 31:6. NIV. All-is-well!

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The blistering hot desert encompassed my entire being, dulling my senses and blurring my vision. I searched in vain but found no wellsprings, nor streams of cool running water to revive my thirsty soul. Nothing life-giving lived in this God forsaken land.

“Why me? ” I cried out, knowing the answer full well, still somehow needing to add my voice to those disobedient Israelites of long ago? There had been plenty of warning signs saying turn back, yet here I was. Lost in the wilderness. Living in a mirage built on lies and illusions. One that the world had painted. Forever promising happiness, pleasure, and success, while luring me further away from the safety of my Father’s loving arms. Like a tender shoot scalded by the harsh heat of the sun, I had developed a thick skin, desensitizing me to sin and its putrid stench. The memories of home and all I had forsaken, managed to interrupt my thoughts.

The words “Forgive me, Father,” escaped from my parched lips. Tears tumbled onto the sandy floor below, as my heart ached with remorse. I had betrayed my God and followed after His enemy. In that intimate moment of confession and repentance, all evidence of my past sins were swept away by His amazing grace. Only the God of Love could wash away the filth of my sins, claim me as his own, and celebrate my homecoming! I was saved!

 “…There will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.” Luke 15:7. Amen.

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King Solomon and the Sparrow -By Lois Macdonald

Morning stirs then stretches, peeling back the velvet corners of snug coverings that have kept her warm during the cool night hours. Her golden sunbeams capture a nest-full of downy babes who are just finishing the last chapter of honeyed sweet dreams. Only a few yards further, a tormented figure breaks the silence as he cries out in anguish, “I have seen all the things that are under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” Ecclesiastes 1:14.

As she tilts her head, the small sparrow is unaware that she and her family are in the presence of King Solomon. One would think that a net value of $2.1 trillion dollars (by today’s standards), 700 wives, and unsurpassed wisdom would be cause for celebration, not tears. Nonetheless, in this heart-wrenching moment of truth, the king has concluded that the only thing his wealth and wisdom have brought him, is pride, vanity, and a, more importantly, a loss of faith.  “…the Lord has said…He shall not multiply wives for himself, or else his heart will turn away; nor shall he greatly increase silver and gold for himself.” Deuteronomy 17:16-17.

A soft rustling sound comes from the nearby brush as the watchful mother tries to hush her waking family. Her life stands in complete contrast to his. She does not envy the mighty eagle as he spreads his majestic wings and soars and circles the mountain tops. Contentment is her only adornment. The fragrant essence of peace surrounds her and her modest home of built from twigs. Though it is not a palace, she never wants for anything. Food, water, love is in abundance. She has never considered her reflection dull in comparison to that of the statuesque swan. Instead, her days are spent joyfully praising the Creator, singing, “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:14.

As morning ends, King Solomon concedes that the blind-faith of this tiny sparrow is far more valuable than all his riches and wisdom put together. 

Jesus uses the sparrow to remind us of God’s compassion and amazing love in this beautiful verse: “Not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. So, don’t be afraid, you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.” Matthew 10:29-30.   


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Popularity Mistress -By Lois Macdonald

Popularity is a demanding Mistress. One who is never satisfied. A fickle Goddess who devours identities and robs freedom of self. The cost of pleasing her quite often means selling yourself to her highest bidder. William Shakespeare wrote, “To Thine own self be true.”  I believe he was warning society to be cautious of Popularity’s subtle lies and empty promises. Her victims, the ones whom she preys on most, are the “people-pleasers,” and in all honesty, I must confess to being one of them. I want everyone to like me. A new friend request on Facebook makes my heart sing. A new follower on Tweeter makes my ego soar! The question is, “What are we willing to pay for such popularity?” Are we staying true to ourselves, or have we sacrificed our integrity?

We step in and out of these vanity traps every day of our lives. The first obstacle is right at our fingertips. Before reading the morning news, most of us have already logged in to our social sites. The number of friends and followers plays havoc with our minds, so much so that we have the ability to add thousands, by simply downloading free apps. Free? I don’t think so. The cost is a heavy one, sacrificing our most beautiful qualities. Those God-given gifts that were perfectly designed to bring honor and glory to His Name. In purposely drawing attention to ourselves, we no longer reflect Christ at work in our lives.

“But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleaser rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. Avoid such people.”     2 Timothy 3:1-5.

The Apostle Paul recognized the trappings of popularity. He asked himself, “Am I trying to get people to think well of me? Or do I want God to think well of me? Am I trying to please people? If I were, I would not be serving Christ.”  Galatians 1:10.

Popularity. The cost of pleasing her quite often means selling yourself to the highest bidder. When she grows tired of using you, and she will, the only thing left will be a mere shadow of your original self.

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The pew stretched out across the heart of the church making room for visitors and members alike. Their ageless oak frames stoically bore the weight of last week’s sins and hollow promises.

They also supported, much to their delight, the squirmy behinds of the wee children whose polished Sunday-best shoes barely dangled over the edge of their seats. All-the-while, anxious parents up and down the rows secretly cross their hearts and prayed fervently that little Johnny or Jessie would mind their manners as pre-instructed on the long drive there.

It was just the previous Sunday when a neighbor’s youngest son had proudly held up his hand during the “Children’s Story Time,” to answer Pastor Rick’s poignant question, “Where we can pray to God from?” Engaging the entire congregation, the young boy proudly announced with a sly grin, “Why even on the toilet Pastor Rick!” A hush fell over the entire chapel.

For myself I thought it was the highlight of the sermon, but not so for our neighbors, or the devout, sour-faced spinster Ms. Hatcher. Her perfectly aimed stare could wipe the smile off of any innocent victim.

None-the-less, the Pew had been a place where I had felt safe and loved as a child. Other than that fateful Sunday when I accidentally tipped the collection plate from my father firm, but apparently not firm enough grip, sending all the coins clanging unceremoniously under the pew in front of us. This to my horror, left spinster Hatcher’s impatient hand suspended in mid-air, waiting for Father. Her fixed glare left me wondering if the Wrath of God might strike Father and me dead, right there in our Pew! With eyes held shut in embarrassment, I prayed my first honest to goodness prayer. That was the moment I sensed that God was a God of great compassion, for not only did he forgive my clumsiness, but he seemed to forgive my father’s soft muttering as he knelt on the floor in his best three-piece suit retrieving every last penny. This God was also a God of miracles, for Ms. Hatcher blessed us by never sitting in our pew from that day forward.

Snuggled like a baby chick under mother’s warm embrace, I was shielded from any sanctimonious members with her marvelous sense of humor. This plus sized beauty could find the fun and joy in almost any situation which was truly a God-Given Gift. The entire Pew would begin vibrating as her subtle giggles would helplessly erupt into barely concealed laughter. No-one ever knew what might set her off. One time it was a sleepy spider bobbing up and down from a fine thread, threatening to land in Ms. Hatcher’s hair, who now sat purposely in front of poor Father. Undoubtedly a snicker would erupt as we gripped our pew and prepared to ride out another choir anthem with Mrs. Butts leading the battlefront, singing at the top of her lungs, the entire piece sharp. To add insult to injury, the sadly out of tune piano, which could have worked to their favor, was flat and a few measures behind. As mother shook and father softly murmured, a less than attractive snort would sometimes slip out of me, and I would wish I could slide off the pew and disappear, leaving someone else to take the blame.

Our beloved Pew now includes my husband, children, and grandchildren. Mother and father would be proud to know that we continue to add new life each sermon with our giggles, snorts, spills, and love for its wonderful traditions.

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Joy in Suffering -by Lois Macdonald

The secret of finding joy while suffering! “Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds,” James 1:2. Suffering is not an easy pill to swallow, but once understood, the truth of this verse can bring hope to the millions suffering from chronic pain.

There had been no life-threatening moment when I recognized something was terribly wrong. No “near-death” experience claimed the day. I was attractive, self-absorbed, independent, career-focused and in my prime. Then without any notice, pain struck like a thief in the night robbing me of my health. The familiar rug of self-sufficiency and pride was rudely yanked out from under my fashionable heels, and the world as I knew it, began spiraling out of control. Humiliation and embarrassment were my initial reactions, then disbelief, anger, and denial followed suit. A few Christian friends (like Job’s), suggested unrepented sin could be the cause of such a trial. Others shook their heads in empathy asking, “If there is a God, why does he allow suffering?” Through all the attacks, God’s grace never wavered. His Holy Spirit drew me closer to his Heart. Inner healing took place. Bitterness and blame vanished as joy, purpose, love, and hope returned. Am I happy all the time? No, however, joy is far bigger than mere happiness because it brings hope and peace on even the most painful of days. As I climb this mountain, I can see further than ever before. …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.” Romans 5:3-6 (NIV)

I was attractive, self-absorbed, independent, career-focused and in my prime. I was attractive, self-absorbed, independent, career-focused and in my prime, so I once thought. Today dear friends, I can honestly say that suffering has turned my life around and set me on the right path. Be encouraged!  …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.” Romans 5:3-6 (NIV) 


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Rest Assured or Afraid of the Dark -by Lois Macdonald

Do you sleep peacefully, assured of your Salvation, or are you afraid of the dark and the unknown?
The foundation of trust is built during our childhood. If our parents prove to be trustworthy, we learn to trust. If they are unreliable, believing in them and in others will be a challenge. Parents who raise their families on this foundation will teach their children to be sure-footed, planted firmly on the pathway leading towards Salvation. The only path that begins and ends in faith.
“Truly, truly, I say to you, he who hears My word, and believes Him who sent Me, has eternal life, and does not come into judgment, but has passed out of death into life.” John 5:24. Jesus’ promise of peace stretches far beyond any worldly understanding.
Proof that Christians can rest assured of their Salvation is found at the cross, where Jesus cried out, “It is finished.” And bowing His head, gave up His spirit. John 19:30. Only the blameless Son of God could reconcile sinners to his Holy Father.
The payment was made in full on the cross. A gift from God. For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.” Ephesians 2:8-9. If we truly believe the Bible is God’s Word, we can rest assured with these truths.
“Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.” Psalm 51:7.
The anointing of His Holy Spirit confirms our relationship with our Creator. “The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God,” Romans 8:16. It removes all doubt.
I have often heard Christians talk about their fear of dying. Believing they are not worthy of Heaven.  It makes my heart ache for them and prompts me to share this comforting verse, I say to you that likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no repentance.” Luke 15:7.

Remember, hear, believe, repent then rest assured of your Salvation.

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Lullaby for You My Darling -by Lois Macdonald

Lullaby for you, my darling
No goodbyes til, we grow old
Slumber deeply, sleep sweetly
Hear the music, gently flow.

Dream of kittens, fuzzy mittens
Dancing bears and sailing kites
Tumbling blocks, toys that rock
As ticking clocks play, all night.

Please don’t fuss, it’s just us
Counting sheep, til out of sight
Precious baby, there’s no maybe
I’ll stand guard here, til daylight.

Lullaby for you, my darling
No goodbyes til, we grow old
Slumber deeply, sleep sweetly
Hear the music, gently flow.

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